Sir Pentious

*I look up at him, 5 minutes later he let me off the hook, but kept me in the net. I start singing, it sounds like a story.* Willow: Finally something, finally news, about how the story ends. She doesn't exists now, survived by her son, with her brand new friends. Isn't it lovely? Isn't it cool, and isn't cruel? Happily listened, happy to stay, happily watching her driiiiiiiiiiift driiiiiiiiift driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiift away. *At the part when I said "Isn't it lovely?", I cried.*

Willow: Wait, Pendleton?

*his entire body goes rigid* How do you know that name?

*I look away, my voice barely a whisper.* Willow: That was... my father's name.

*he wipes the knife on his coat* Pathetic. *he turns away* Throw her in the brig. I'll deal with her later.