[019: Spam for Omega]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon was lounging on his bed, thinking. He couldn't ignore the matter with Narvin. One of his people, children, had been so brutally assaulted; he had to get revenge. Anything else... Well, his father had demonstrated what a lack of interest in your child's well-being meant, and he would not fail like that.

Which reminded him -- wasn't there a message for him? He should ask Omega about that.]

Omega... [Or maybe not now? Hmm. It was so nice, and he didn't want to spoil his mood by listening to his father's nonsense. Besides, he had to scheme.]