He didn't like when things other than him hid in the shadows. Made him twitchy. A lot of things made him twitchy, but they never make it to the surface. He kept it hidden behind the executive rage of a tyrant. Things he promised he'd never become another life ago. Now he was in a new life, it seemed. New rules. Pick yourself up and start again. And start again. Again.

Head moved back to the board for a moment before his body turned toward the source of that voice. A bug skittered across the path that AK walked, splattering beneath a heavy boot. "Technically the cockroaches were here first. Are you a cockroach?"