Spoilers for 57/58ish

I like Ernest. We know nothing about him, but he seems like such a little bastard.


I'm proud of you, little brother.

Because—I'm laughing now—I fucking deserve this. On the floor I'm shaking and I need this.

Nightray rats. Born and raised. All of us.

And I'm sorry, I laugh more. Because

you deserve this too.

Scum. Trash. My baby brother.

(Laughing so hard I choke on blood. Claude's head is in my lap. Thanks for that.)

All this for some servant...? OH, I am ashamed!

He better take good care of you, kid. I hope he loves you like you love him.

I smile.

My throat is ready for the blade now, Elly.