The Oversight Body can file a formal complaint if they don't agree with my leadership. I will absolutely read it. [ha ha, the end. Cherry bombs were meant to be thrown - here, at least, where they can see the sky without a view screen. He's coming around to being outside, but only a fraction.

Anyway, spoilsport. He scoffs, briefly tilting his head to the side to land on Viktor's shoulder like, oh, woe! Woe is Palamedes, who cannot bleed on everything at all times. Ahem.]

Alright, alright. [But hm, new project? No, they mustn't. There are already so many. ...but,] Blood mist is just as corrupting as concentrated blood; if the integrity of Sleeper blood can be preserved, so should the magic. What sorts of compounds?