"However, I don't have an ugly son like you,"
Hearing Damien's taunt, the Corpse Collector neither laughed nor raged at the insult.
Instead, his four mismatched eyes, two reptilian, two human, shifted their focus.
They didn't look at Damien's face, rather they locked onto the Void Gem worn around Isabelle's neck.
"Fathers... sons..." the Collector rumbled, his voice sounding like wet gravel churning in a mixer. "Irrelevant concepts."
Unfortunately, Damien at this time was too focused on the goblin girl to hear that part
Confirming his guess, the collector took a step forward, the bone bridge groaning under his immense weight.
"You think this is a robbery, soft-skin? You think I stopped you for a toll of meat?"
"Look around, even if I needed experimental subjects, do you really think I would need to go out of my way to get you here"
"So much so that I had this filthy insectoid follow you around from the start"
The Collector sneered, exposing rows of sharpened iron teeth.
