Game, Set

This was the point at which I lost all sense of objectivity for these characters.

Fucking. Carnac.

Just when Toreth and Warwick are making a bit of sweet, sweet progress, this bastard comes and fucks them over. I still get anxiety thinking at how close he got to succeeding. Jesus.

This is one of my favourites, but I can't reread it too much for fear of sending myself to an early grave.

Also late realisations:

• Jean-Baptiste Carnac is from France. Toreth and Warwick are English. French vs English!
• Carnac/Warwick/Toreth are in a screwed up love triangle. A LOVE TRIANGLE.