"Did you know," She begins, though She knows very well that he does not know, "mortal children play at war with toy soldiers."
He is the only other being on the ridge beside her, overlooking the battle. From this height, Her soldiers look like little more than toys.
The screams of the Nithlings and the shouts of Her soldiers are not childish, improvised sound effects, however.
Later, after She has grown bored of Her toy soldiers and left the Great Maze, he walks through the ranks of the wounded. Her words linger in his mind; his hands clench into fists.
