*Smirk* Frenchie’s out tae lunch laddie and a snowball’s got better chance in Hell than ye do of gettin’ anywhere near me little lady or Rina. Since ye never specified, yer luck today that ye get me. Would ye like a trophy fer that? ‘ere—lemme shove it right where it belong up yer a——

1. What I primarily think of you as

Yer a redcoat, and a traitorous little swine I would love nothing more than tae gut. I reckon ye’re the little Hellion I hear Isaac’s been lookin’ fer too. 

2. The two colors that you are in my mind

Red, fer yer alliegance and the stuff that’s gonna be pouring outta ye if ye so much as set a foot in th’ camp again. Blackish blue, for what ye once were and what yer gonna be when I get through with ye. 

3. A song that reminds me of you

A funeral march.

4. The last thing I did related to you in some way

Nae that I can think of, but tha’s about ta change in exactly five minutes if ye don’t hightail it ya little bastich. 

5. What I tend to call you and say about you when I talk about you with other people

I have a list, but I left it in me other pants. Ye can be assured it ain’t nothin’ good fer ye ears, weasel. 

6. An animal I think fits you

A Mawile. A two-faced bitch with a yellow belly. Don’t make me smack that smirk right off yer face lad. 

7. Something I’ve been wanting to tell you

Yer co-ordinates. I have ‘em. Morrigan is shipping ‘em off tae Isaac as we speak. It’ll be a touching family reunion I’m sure godIhopetaehellyebothoffeachother. Run little piggy. Run.