Hiritus was unable to keep his composure through the pain. He curled up onto himself as much as his shackles would allow. He cringed sharply, and his eyes watered, but even so, it did not stop him from responding, albeit at a higher pitch. "That one...really got to you, didn't it mongrel?"
He taunted, less creatively than before. 

However, as soon as Gallus broke his finger, Hiritus could not help but to let out a loud scream. Afterwards, he hung his head low and breathed shakily and gritting his teeth in an attempt to deal with the pain. Closing his eyes, he spoke up once more, seemingly in resignation. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell it all. First, we were going to poison your clan. Then, we were all going to get out of here and celebrate..." He started, but as his head rose and he locked eyes with Gallus, his defeated expression quickly turned into a grin "...in your mother's bedchamber." He taunted once more, leaning back his head and laughing almost uncontrollably. 

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Ahnasha gave a quick, but genuine laugh. "Apologize? Hmm, now you are just speaking of fantasy. I doubt Irenya will be approaching me any time soon, unless it relates to our mission. But don't worry, I'm not going to be starting any problems with her, if for some reason that did actually happen. I can be mature and avoid arguing with her, but as I said, I just intend to stay away from her, and hope no one invites me to her wedding." 

The resentment that Ahnasha held towards Irenya was perhaps greater than any emotion that Irenya might have felt towards her. Her mind was not easy to change once it was set, and Irenya had offended her on one of the deepest levels. To Ahnasha, Irenya had tried to make her feel inferior for the simple fact of what she was, and had made it seem as if she was not fit to have her family. It was an insult that Ahnasha would not easily forgive.