Ok, ok, use logic and pleas, Max could take both. Sort of. It wasn’t like he really was going to snap her neck, was it? He knew she was some pink freak gatekeeper and no sence closing anything just yet. Not when he was on this fucking side again. He and the dead guy who knew the same with his request.

So in a easy to see fowl mood, curses slipping out, he sloshed over to stand beside Semyon. He growled at the guy. Then let his fury find some creepy grasping ghoul trying to pull him under. No fucking way. Max used more force than needed to punch the thing back into the marsh. Bring ‘em on you rotting corpse. 

Through the splashes he found it hard not to direct some hate toward that friend of Veti’s who must want to pull him back here. Never did trust her. But then, Max never felt much of anything for anyone but Siya and Veti. Thad was a different story. Why wasn’t he the fuck down here and Max up there with wolf god? It was his turn damn it. 

Max felt another strange slimy attack and found some release in the over needed display of revenge. But as he stood back up he felt something different. Cold. Not from anything around him but from deep inside, the core of his own body. Something was beginning to freeze inside him. Or that’s how it felt.

It grew and in someway it told him he was back. He was here to stay this time. What had let him out before would not do so again. And since he was here, that dead flower’s fault, he should pay his debt. Maybe make a trade?

What? Max tried to shake the bone chilling feel in punches . A trade. He felt more than heard an answer. Something was crawling around inside him. Something ice cold and spreading. Max didn’t understand how he was hearing or feeling this and what trade it was talking about.

Then inside the frigid feel he cracked the answer. They wanted her, Daisy. They were as pissed at the fucking pink girl scout as he was. 

Slowly Max looked around a glared at Daisy.