"Of course it never worked, I'm not stupid." The words are downright venomous, and Garrot's snarling face is showing more and more teeth. "If it worked, the Protector would be dead, you would die, and the world would end." He's listening, even if he's not happy about it.

Garrot pauses for a moment to restrain his emotions, to keep himself from wasting time asking questions he didn't care to know the answers to. His breathing comes under control surprisingly fast for someone so angry so often. "Why can't you and the Protector just fight it out in the stars somewhere? Just leave us all alone?"

He had to stop himself from asking about what happened in the first year, about why there was a first year to begin with, about who she meant when she said we. But he'll wait. For now.