Zone B -- Forest

[Gildarts]

You could’ve at least put it out of its misery, now it is out there on its own, disabled with that broken leg and probably just going to die to the elements anyway. she reasoned in a skeptical, yet merciless voice.
 
“Yeah well,” Gildarts groaned and then realized Illidan was walking nearby and could hear him. He awkwardly shuffled his feet and pretended not to say anything. He couldn’t have his one teammate thinking he was insane. Maybe the rain would drown out his voice.
 
Illidan’s pointy ears could pick up sound much better than the human mage’s and while the dark elf heard the prime start to say something, he assumed the man had just opted to not. Especially after that shameful excuse for a show. The guy didn’t even kill the damn thing! Had it not scampered off, Illidan would likely have finished the job with a quick backhand. Blood had yet to spill.
 
Honestly I was surprised it didn’t try to gnaw off its own leg like some shackled wolf or something, beast has to survive in the wilderness and all that, and it could make due without a… Leg. Hell, you’ve lived this long without both an arm and a leg? Hey, it must have been a real expensive woman you were fighting with, am-I-right? she teased scornfully from inside the abode of his mind.
 
Gildarts opted to go for the strong silent route, when the Malefactor got in moods like this there was no arguing, just striding onwards. It was no wonder his sanity was tilting, imagine having a woman in your head, never shutting up. Worse than an overactive conscience. Worse than, or rather more like, he was possessed. He wouldn’t let her disgusting attitude ruin his mood though. He’d managed to spare it and keep his precious chainsaw safe and healthy and pristinely clean. Plus, now he saw the real and swift damage that Husky could do, he was even betting Illidan wished he had one, despite his grievances with electronic “toys.”
 
Still treating that thing like your next wife? I wouldn’t chalk her up for anything more than a glorified vibrator. Just remember what happened to the last one. the Malefactor had now crossed a line.
 
Cornelia died. Gildarts thought solemnly. His ex-wife. She didn’t have to bring that one up.
 
That’s right. But do you even know how? she bantered, teasing him with the lack of his knowledge. You didn’t even go to the funeral. Of course you don’t know how.
 
I was out of town, wasn’t she sick? Gildarts asked.
 
Sure, sick. Let’s go with that. You didn’t even visit. Nor were you by her bedside when she passed. She died heart-broken and alone, no thanks to you and your reckless-
 
So you see, this is why Gildarts attempted not to feed into the voice that was basically the essence of Satan, residing in his mind. It was especially perturbing because he knew the Malefactor item was no longer in him. This was the after effect, or so it seemed more like withdrawals from a drug he’d never consented to taking. He’d walked off his fever with the light exercise and kept pace with his taller fel ally. Not to mention the constant sprinkling of rain kept him refreshed and perked up. Yes, it was a wonderful day to be alive, even when someone was screaming in his ear and pressing all the right buttons to get underneath his scarred skin.
 

SHB to B15. Eyeing potential drop spot.