MK. He was pulled into another virtual thing, and he died out of my reach...at the hands of his mate.

[He growls with the last word, his tail lashing.]

I find out because MK portals into my nest last night, with a scream that sounds like someone fed his soul into a paper shredder before bursting into broken tears. And all I want to do right now is to go pound Red Son into a fine paste since the last time something like this happened talking did SO MUCH GOOD.

[He takes a long drink through his straw.]