“I will. Don’t worry.” 

Sorrel couldn’t stop himself from smiling that dumb, toothy grin as he clutched the bloody little piece of cloth. He… definitely wanted to see this man again. He didn’t know why, it just… made him happy. He decided to simply stuff the rag into one of his pockets and walk on, back into the sewers, back to the rootpaths, and into Ground Zero, to be his… normal, lonely self.

He sighed softly as he chewed on a piece of fruit jerky he made two days ago, now in his small but resourceful house in his beautiful jungle, in the utopia he built— his proof of concept. His reason for shredding humanity’s governments to nothing, bit by bit. 

A slug-cat creature waddled up to his feet, and Sorrel reached down to pet it, still thinking about Cricket. Maybe Cricket would also enjoy Slugcat. Maybe, next time they meet… he could make a proper meal for the man.