I miss my Brute Squad; it has scattered to the four winds. J¹ is languishing in the attentions of a female I and sundry others believe unworthy of him. J² and R^y have escaped this tangled web, as have the others. I am a solitary queen.

C is fun to be around. Easy to interact with. On the surface, which is as far as we ever go. I am worshipped, but never known.

I can't decide whether this is a good thing, or a bad.