Avenue stared Sparrow in the eye as she spoke her bold words. [color=4BBB7D]"Hope has more hands here. These lands belong to- belong to Hope."[/color] was all he said. He scraped his iron on the ground a little, and looked softly at it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Tum Tum had just told him of how pyrrhic their victory was. He regarded the cluster of people gazing curiously at their wounds, then said [color=4BBB7D]"Heal them all, they're not- not cowering."[/color]. He swayed over to Sparrow, set himself on the other side of the gorilla from her, crouched, and breathed in deep. He licked his lips, and allowed his mouth to go ajar. [color=4BBB7D]"Stop stealing my [b]fuck-ing[/b] food or we may just find some [i]real[/i] use for you."[/color], he spat. His breath would make you gag.

He walked over to Key, who he kicked in the side. He helped her to her feet, then walked her inside the large sandstone chapel, sitting her on a fur under a boarded up window that used to have stained glass in it. [color=4BBB7D]"We know you want Hope to enter- enter this world, Key. So stop- stop,"[/color] he paused, blinking hard, [color=4BBB7D]"whining about it, and do it yourself. Anyway, today will see a good many- many of us grow stronger. Stronger. A lot stronger,"[/color] he said. He walked outside to the wounded, and helped the chirurgeons distribute poultices and bandages. He specialised in inflicting harm, not treating it, so he took the backseat when medical attention was needed.