““I just wanted to know what it was like," she said, "in case it was my last chance. I never wanted to take him away from you." "You didn't. It's not like you tied him down and forced him." Sparrow paused, considering. "You didn't, did you?" "Practically. But he didn't scream for help, so..." Sparrow launched the plum. It was close range, and hit Ruby on her collarbone. She said, "Ow!" though it hadn't really hurt. Rubbing at the place of impact, she glared at Sparrow. "Is that it, then? Have you spent your wrath?" "Yes," said Sparrow, dusting off her palms. "It was one-plum wrath." "How sad for Feral. He was only worth one plum. Won't he mope when we tell him.””
