He needed to find this b*****d, before he resorted to desperate measures, he told himself. The same desperate measures that had consumed Sarras in that hellish nightmare was still present in his mind, and that honestly terrified him. He had given up his wonder and gave himself willingly to the Negaverse, all so that he could get closer to his enemy to extract his revenge? The thought terrified him because... it sounded like such a great idea!
For now, he resisted the thought, as he sat in the pumpkin patch, like a brightly colored scarecrow as he had transformed. Right now, he was musing, but not aloud, to his furry little companion that insisted it was the perfect time to carve Jack-o-Lanterns. Sarras wasn't in the mood for that, but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye on Horatio while she mauled and gutted pumpkins.
He felt like, there was something he needed to do. Had been needing to do, but was too ashamed to admit that he wasn't willing to do it on his own. That's where Horatio came in.
"Say, Horatio... when you're done smearing the guts of your enemy, you want to go on an adventure?"
Quicksilver the Archangel
