"Should I pour you some tea?"
Bashenga wore an unamused expression as he sat on the floor of Asherah's cottage.
His eyes burned with a malevolence few could stare into without going mad.
But Asherah had seen Abaddon at the height of his madness. His son was cute in comparison.
"...I'm aware being restrained may not be to your liking, but I did try to make them as comfortable as possible."
"..." Bashenga looked down at the stuffy Christmas sweater that was functioning as a cheerful straitjacket.
Asherah went back to making tea, even though she had not necessarily been asked to.
"Nothing to say for yourself about your actions..?"
Bash said nothing.
"I know you're probably hurting a lot right now. Your parents, and now Thea, have gone missing and you don't know where they-"
"I know exactly where Thea is. I might have had her back by now if you had not insisted on standing in my way." Bash finally said.
