Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-33229352-20191129070119

Ishmael moved between the angel-like being and Galaxian, his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. He wasn’t at all sure what was going on, but if there was going to be some kind of conflict, Galaxian was in no place to defend himself. In his experience, when someone was injured and some random stranger happened to show up, it didn’t usually mean good news. “Who are you?” he asked calmly. “What do you need?”