A Villain Gets A Second Chance

As you float in the air, hearing voices speaking about the remains of someone having a scarred spirit with very little left behind after being consumed by a jailer's forges. Unable to comprehend their meaning, you feel very confused as to why you sense such sadness from most of them. Hearing a new voice vaguely familiar to you speaking up about there not being a crown, a throne, or even a soul to judge, you are confused as you hear them say how much they despised you and hunted you. Sensing regret coming from them, you focus more on what they say, hearing, "Yet...with each selfish act committed...I...became you...but that, is a burden I must bear. However, your legacy...is at its end. So begone then, Arthas Menethil. Let the last whisper of your name fade away, and be forgotten."

Finally understanding that they are talking about you, the memories come rushing back at hearing your name. Feeling such intense sorrow at how miserably you failed, you are unable to cry or even call out as you are but a floating orb of residue. Understanding that there is no hope for new life, you succumb to your sorrow and stop fighting to survive. Slowly, you feel yourself exist less and less each passing moment, and then finally slip away into nothing.

Moments ago, in a void at the center of the universe

An alicorn having a pure white coat with light pink eyes and an ethereal, flowing mane and tail with swirling black, purple, red, yellow, and blue hues with white specks traveling throughout her mane, lies on a very light pink couch thinking just one thing after sensing one soul about to let itself be destroyed, 'Poor fool.' and starts concentrating her magic to draw it here, having to pour more of her magic into bringing it back from the verge of destruction due to how little remains of it. Thinking quickly, she searches the denizens of the world it came from for tiny fragments of its soul that it had unintentionally imparted upon them.

It ends up taking her a half-hour to piece his shattered soul back together, then begins work on restoring his memory to him. She finds it mildly annoying to have to go through a being called the Arbiter of his world to get his full memory restored, but continues on regardless of the irritating task and begins to reconstruct his body. Debating whether or not to make him a pony like the inhabitants of her other world, she recalls what he did in the other world and chooses to keep him human.

After building his body with a little essence from the universe, she nods at the accurate job she did at matching his appearance, shape, and structure from the other world. While looking him over from his blonde hair and sea-green eyes to his feet, almost debating whether or not she should give him the armor he wore when he used to be a paladin. She then pulls some darkness from the mortals inhabiting various worlds and sculpts it into a suit of armor matching that which he wore before being defeated, deciding to stick with the dark reminders of his failure and draws upon the essence of a dying star's energy to craft a sword identical to Frostmourne. Calling it Spellmourne, she gives the sword the ability to drain magic from any source with the limit that it can only hold enough to amount to the two alicorn rulers' magic. Looking the sword over and seeing the runes, she gives them a new purpose to display the level of magic through how brightly each one glows. Seeing the skull on both sides of the crossguard, she has their eyes and noses glow to show how much remains before it is fully depleted. Turning the finished sword in her magical hold, she nods and then moves it into its sheath on Arthas's sword belt. With most of everything in place, she provides a tiny spark to bring life back into the mortal.

When you wake up, you let out a groan at feeling tired and open your eyes to find yourself lying on a black floor inside of a black space. When you spot a strange, pure white creature lying on a couch, you curiously wonder out loud, "What manner of horse is that?"

She narrows her eyes at being classified as a horse and says in a warning tone, "I am to be considered a pony, do not make that mistake again. To get the other annoying questions out of the way, I am an alicorn, my name is unpronounceable in your tongue so you may call me Versa. You are presently in my personal void at the center of the universe, and I have taken pity on you by granting you a second chance at life. The reason for my pity is that I sensed you briefly wish to redeem yourself before you gave in to your sorrow and attempted to let yourself disappear from existence. If you endure hardship and suffer through the various and numerous big and tiny tasks that this new life will throw at you, perhaps one day you will find what you seek. But remember this, the light that you once served is not too pleased with you, so you will have to earn its forgiveness and blessing to be allowed to access the abilities given to you by it. I have granted you the ability to learn magic a little faster than the average pony, which is the same speed at which a particular studious unicorn I have been observing lately is able to learn. The amount of magic your body can naturally hold is slightly over 3/4 of what the Solar Princess is able to hold."

You look down at your hands to see the same gauntlets you wore just before you died, causing you to fearfully think, 'No...' then look down at your legs to see much of the same armor, saying softly, "No...no. Please, no!" then take off the helmet you are wearing and drop it to the floor at the sight of it, shouting, "NO!!" Hearing a clank beside you, you feel for what made the noise, and your hand lands on the sheath of a sword. Feeling for the hilt, you grasp it with your right hand and draw it. When you see that it is Frostmourne in your hand, you scream, "NO!!" and hastily throw it away from you, seeing it skitter across the floor and look up at the alicorn, shouting, "WHY AM I IN THE FORM OF THIS MONSTER? PLEASE JUST LET ME DISAPPEAR, I BEG YOU!"

Versa chuckles and shakes her head side to side ever so slightly, clicking her tongue saying, "That I cannot do, for it would forever alter the balance of life in the entire universe, and besides, you have no choice but to accept my gift." then looks directly at you saying, "I have chosen that form for you as a constant reminder of your biggest failures in life as you have many, your helm and sword are just identical replicas of the originals and do not have the same powers as they did." She picks up the helm in her magic and moves it towards you, holding it up before you with her magic, saying, "This helm has the ability to enhance your eyesight, meaning if you choose to, you could make it so you can see perfectly at night, see hot or cold images, notice details that could prove helpful in some way, find traps, see things that have been obscured or rendered invisible with magic. The possibilities are nearly endless, but it won't let you see through walls, or mountains. It also can store magic equal to twice what the most gifted unicorn can naturally hold with the exception of the studious pony I mentioned. Just so you know, when you store magic in it, the gem will glow blue as it normally would before, and if you use it to alter your vision, your eyes will emit blue smoke and also glow blue while the effect is active. You may call it the Helm of Failure as it is the reminder of your final failure that resulted in you becoming that very monster you resemble now." then sets the helm down before you and picks up the sword and moves it back to you with the skull and runes facing toward you saying, "This sword is called Spellmourne, having the ability to drain any creature or object of magic and can store magic equivalent to what the two ruling pony sisters wield, if you really concentrate...you could even absorb the ambient magic in the air or soil. You can use it to cast offensive or defensive spells, choosing the strength of the spells by using the magic all at once or in small amounts. The runes, the eyes, and nose of the skulls will glow blue variably depending on how much magic is stored, when the sword is full, the blade will appear to glow and be engulfed in blue flames but is only a harmless illusion. When it is empty, the skull's eyes and nose will lose all their glow and can only be refilled by focusing and channeling enough magic into it to activate it. Spellmourne is your reminder of your first major failure that happened due to you being too stubborn to listen to your mentor's warning about finding Frostmourne in the ice and took it, then murdered your own father with that wicked blade." then lays the tip on the ground and says, "Take the sword and try to channel some of your magic into the sword. You do remember what magic feels like don't you?"

You nod nervously, still scared about touching the sword again, and pull your hand back saying, "I...I can't touch that, I could do too much harm with it."

She rolls her eyes at you and says, "Stop acting like a girl scared of a sewing needle! Frostmourne was shattered and has already been reforged into different weapons, besides, I wouldn't let you have a sword as sinister and barbaric as that one's purpose was, in the world that I intend to send you to. The worst harm you could do to a pony is to drain most of their mana, but you will never put their lives at risk because they will only ever feel tired and will regain it when they sleep at night. No permanent damage done." With an annoyed sigh at your hesitation, she thrusts the hilt into the palm of your right hand, saying, "Now focus, we don't have a lot of time before I must send you off!"

Startled by her short outburst, you lift Spellmourne with the skull and runes facing you. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of magic within your body, which is slightly different than feeling the holy light suffusing you. Feeling your magic, you try to channel it up through your right hand and into the sword. You feel it working as it travels out of your body and into the sword through your right hand, stopping after feeling slightly tired and look to see how full the sword is. When you see that only the skull and two of the first eight runes are glowing and emitting a light smoke, you concentrate again to try to pull some of the magic back into you. When you feel more energized, you stop and see that only the skull is glowing and emitting blue smoke, feeling reassured and say, "This is definitely not the same sword I had before, thank you."

Versa chuckles at how you figured out how to pull magic back into you, saying, "You discovered the sword's second ability quickly, now there is the matter regarding the abilities you had as the monster. I have granted you abilities similar to what you had, the information on each one, as well as how to cast them, however, you will not be allowed to raise any creature with its flesh rotting away and organs showing, as that will forever traumatize the peaceful ponies. I will warn you about using them now, as they use dark magic which is very seductive and addictive if you are unpracticed in it. To use one of those abilities, you will need to channel fear and hatred in order to use it. So when you decide to use them...be cautious. I warded the helm against using dark magic, but if you channel it into the sword...it will replace the magic you have stored in it. Should you ever try to destroy the helm or your sword, I will make them indestructible and enchant them to return to you from where you have abandoned them. Am. I. clear?"

You nervously gulp and return the sword to its sheath, forgetting about what plans you had to discard them at first convenience and nod your head saying, "Y-Yes miss, perfectly clear." then reach for the helm and return it to your head.

She looks you over, wondering if she forgot anything and says, "Right, you will need a spell to help you blend in when you decide to spend time with ponies without having them see your actual form." and closes her eyes and uses one of her godly abilities to gift you that ability saying, "There, you will be able to make yourself appear as a Unicorn, an Earth Pony, or a Pegasus. However, you will need to learn how to fly...the slow way. There is one form that you will have to prove yourself worthy of to acquire, which is the alicorn form." and grins saying, "You will also need a name to go by when in pony form, so I will name you Blistering Blizzard. When you are in pony form though, you will not feel the weight of your armor or see it as it will be magically dismissed. When you are not in pony form, you are stuck with having to deal with it." Acting as if her time with you is nearly at an end, she looks at you and calls forth a portal saying, "Now go into the portal and survive in this new world, you never know when you might encounter a test. So keep your wish in your mind for redemption and be aware of what is happening around you. There is a pony that watches over ponies' dreams at night, but she is currently far away and unable to do her job. When she returns, I will run interference for you until the time is right."

You sigh and make your way to the portal and feel her add something to your armor, then look down to see what it was and see a leather belt around your waist with a leather knapsack behind you, and look up at her asking, "What's this for miss?"

Versa then looks at you and says, "It's a small spacial bag that can carry various items, and is my final gift to you. Make sure you do not mention anything about our meeting to anypony, be it a godly being, a king, queen, princess, or prince as I outrank them all."

With nothing left for you to do but comply, you start walking towards the portal as she tells you to enjoy your time in this war-free world, saying, "Fare well, milady."

As you are almost at the portal, she says a few final words to you, "Show me how you fare in the Frozen North, I wonder how it will measure up to the climate in Icecrown..." pausing for a moment before adding, "Take some time to get used to your skills and practice improving your magic channeling skills, then make your way south to the more hospitable climate of Equestria after 2 years."

She then narrows her eyes at you as you look at her curiously for a moment, saying, "One final word of warning...you better not just give up on living and attempt to die or there will be dire consequences you do not want to discover...to get redemption, you must suffer to earn it."

Something about hearing those threatening words come from her mouth sends a shiver down your body, making you nervously nod and say, "Y-Yes miss." then pass through the portal. The moment you reach the other side, you feel bitter cold beneath your helm's opening. Only able to see snow on the ground around you while hearing a blizzard raging on around you, a brief break in the wind and snow grant you a brief glimpse of a dark peak in the distance and make your way there.

As you trudge your way through the blinding snow, the cold reminds you of the frigid temperatures of Icecrown. However, this blizzard and temperature are nothing compared to the deathly cold of Icecrown that bites right down to your bones within a couple minutes. Hearing nothing but your cloak flapping wildly in the howling wind that blows your long blonde hair into the breeze and seeing only a few feet in front of you, unable to smell anything but the harsh, frozen and untainted air blowing by you. You find a strange comfort being in this blizzard and continue into the blizzard with a smile on your face, but it doesn't last when you see flashes of the crimes you committed back in Azeroth and how terribly you failed your people. As you think back to how you murdered your own father and what your sister might think of you, a tear wells up in the corner of your eye and makes its way down to your chin. The tear drips off and hits the inside of the lower part of your helm, then continues its journey down to the end when it is blown off your chin.

Blown away and into the breeze, the tear hits the top of the frozen snow and slowly seeps through until it hits the frozen dirt. Filled with intense sadness, a curious spirit of nature invisible to the naked eye gets the bright idea to try to put it to good use and imbues it with a little magic. The spirit watches the tear containing the deepest sorrow absorb the cold and snow around it, watching with delight as the tear transforms itself into a snow-white seed that sprouts and pushes a white root down through the frozen ground.

Seeing the seed's root effortlessly penetrate the frozen-solid ground shocks the nature spirit as it watches the root get gradually thicker and split the shell in half, revealing a tiny bud yet to mature. The spirit starts to back up as the snow around it starts to get pulled into it, fueling its growth as it slowly turns into a tiny sapling. Eager to see what kind of tree it will become, the spirit debates whether or not to help it along a bit more. Shaking its head at realizing that nature can't rushed in some cases, it decides to let the tree be and watch over it to the best of her abilities.

Unable to tell what time it is due to the storm blocking your view of the sky, you keep walking for a while until you freeze in your tracks at hearing the rowl of some creature and call out, "Come forth and speak to me or be treated as an enemy!"

You watch as the growling continues, seeing a cat-like creature prowl around you. Trying to keep an eye on the beast, you draw your sword and prepare to fight when you wonder why this creature is after you, making you try to reason with it, "If you are searching to feed your young, I am not worth risking your life over. If you wish to feed yourself only, have at me...for I need to eat to survive too, and you look tasty."

A fearful shiver runs up the feline's back, making it rethink attacking it, and turns around to find other food for her cubs.

With a sigh of relief, you return your sword to its sheath and return on your way toward the peak. As it begins to grow dark out, you stop and try to channel your magic into your helm. Attempting to somehow enable yourself to see better at night, you eventually succeed after your twentieth or thirtieth attempt and find yourself able to see a little bit further than you could before.

By the time you arrive at the mountain peak you saw in the distance, night has fully fallen when you find a cave at the base of the mountain, thanking luck for it being there as you need a place to warm up after spending the majority of the day out in the blizzard. As you prepare to head inside, you draw Spellmourne and cautiously enter the cave.

A few minutes later you hear something rustle further ahead and hold your ground, waiting to find out what is just around the bend. Curiosity gets the best of you as you hear sniffing and grunting, taking a few steps forward to reveal a massive, bear with pure, white fur. With a chuckle, you say, "Just my luck, the first shelter I come across happens to have a massive, strange bear inside."

The massive bear looks down at the creature, bigger than a pony, griffin, or some other creatures he knows of, and blinks wearily, rubbing his crimson eyes with his paw, asking in a deep voice, "Why do you disturb my peaceful slumber, puny one?" and growls menacingly when he sees his drawn sword and asks, "Do you wish to fight for this cave!?"

Caught off guard that the creature can speak, you flinch ever so slightly and lower your weapon into a less-threatening position saying, "Apologies, I am only looking for a place to keep out of the raging storm outside. Is it possible for us to come to a non-violent agreement?"

The bear looks down at the creature curiously and grumbles about being woken up so early, saying, "A pitiful creature like you stands no chance of surviving in the Frozen North, return from where you came."

You chuckle and say, "I would if I was welcome there or even liked, but unfortunately...I haven't the slightest idea how I got here. If you consider the temperatures here in this...' Frozen North' cold, hmph I find it comfortable compared to where I came from."

The bear looks at the creature in astonishment and asks, "The temperature is...to your liking?! What a strange creature you are, fleshling..." then sniffs the air again and identifies the strange scent of death which comes from the creature and asks, "Where did you call home?"

Getting a feeling that you won't have to fight this creature, you set the point of your sword on the ground and rest your forearms on the guards saying, "I came from a world called Azeroth, and every living being there...either feared me, or hated me. Yet, every single one of them...wanted me dead."

Shocked at hearing such a thing, the bear cocks his head to the side and asks, "Why in the world, would they all want you dead?"

Unable to keep yourself from laughing, you chuckle and say, "With everything that I've done to them, how could they not want to end my life...I...am a monster of monsters."

The bear gets an uneasy feeling in his gut, but can't stop himself from wanting to know and asks, "Well, what was it that you did to them to make them so angry?"

You look up at the massive bear, with your enchanted vision and sigh saying, "That list is far too long to tell you in one night, but perhaps I might consider sharing some of it in the morning if you would be so kind as to let me stay here for the night. Have you been in many fights?"

The bear nods his head saying, "I have been in a few during my younger years, mostly for territory, food, or for a partner."

With a sigh, you say, "You would have trouble getting a good night's sleep with the nightmares you would have after hearing some of what I have done."

The bear gulps nervously as his curiosity withers away to nothing and says, "On second thought, I am rather enjoying hibernation, so keep your horror tales." then looks over to see what is left of his food and says, "You may stay until morning and have some of my food, I have enough food to last me for a couple months before I need to get more, but try not to eat all the leftover meat as I am a hungry bear and you would take its place if it is all gone." pausing a moment to say, "Do you understand me?"

Nodding your head, you then say, "Crystal clear. What might your name be, mister bear?"

Making himself comfortable on the ground saying, "My name's Gruule, what's yours, two-leg?"

Looking at Gruule, you introduce yourself saying, "Arthas Menethil, it's a pleasure to meet you." and then make your way further into the cave, stopping by him and saying, "Thank you for your kindness."

Gruule then huffs saying, "Mhm, try not to make too much noise alright?" then takes a deep breath and lets it out to return to sleep.

With a nod, you say, "I'll do my best to do that." and make your way further into the cave, unable to help the noise your armor makes when you spot a large, furry carcass inside and then turn back to look at Gruule asking, "Do you mind if I make a blanket out of the carcass back here?"

The big white bear huffs in amusement and asks, "Didn't you say you found the cold...comfortable?" with a smirk on his muzzle.

Wanting to distract yourself a bit, you shrug your shoulders and mess with the bear a bit and say, "I do, and the night temperatures are pretty close to what they were where I came from. If you have a problem with that, I could always make a blanket out of your hide..."

Gruule chuckles at hearing that and asks, "OH, do you wanna put your skills to the test?"

You kneel down by the carcass and remark, "I would, but then I would have to clean the blood out of my armor afterward."

The bear laughs at that and says, "Then make do with what is there." then returns to his slumber.

Drawing Spellmourne from its sheath, you look the carcass over and skin away a portion large enough to function as a blanket, then make a piece big enough to function as a pillow. Making your way over to the wall with your makeshift blanket and pillow, you roll the pillow up so that the fur is on the outside and set it down by the wall when your stomach grumbles lightly.

As you look around at what is available to eat, you find the meat a bit risky to eat as there are dried bits on it and choose to make do with just the strange berries. Eating enough to satisfy your hunger, you head back to where you left the pillow and blanket and lay down with your back against the wall, pulling the blanket over you with the fur side on your armor.

Finding yourself standing outside a city you recognize as Stratholme, you hear coughing coming from a few citizens that are near the front gate and hear another voice identical to yours sigh saying, "No..." and turn to see your younger self with your former mentor Uther and former lover Jaina. You walk towards her with tears in your eyes as the conversation continues, "We're too late, these citizens have all been infected and may look fine now, but it's only a matter of time until they become the undead." and then reach for her saying in a sorrowful tone, "I was...am...such a fool Jaina."

A few hours later, Gruule is woken by the screeching of Arthas' armor and the sounds of him suffering from a troubled sleep and sighs thinking, 'I hope he doesn't keep me awake all night, for I must get back to my slumber.' when he sees him reaching out for something while mumbling 'Jaina' and huffs quietly then tries to get back to sleep.

When you wake from a restless sleep, you rub your eyes and yawn when you hear a menacing growl come from Gruule and reach for your sword asking, "What is the problem?"

Gruule's fur is ruffled as he growls again saying in an agitated tone, "The problem is that you kept me up all night with your tossing and turning, along with talking and mumbling in your sleep. That caused me to get very little sleep at all, so I need you to leave and find another location. Please pack up that blanket you made and take your leave."

With a nod, you head over and pick the blanket up before going out of the cave and into the cold. As your eyes readjust to the brightness, you swiftly learn that the blizzard has moved on and see the sun over the eastern horizon and head west.

A few hours pass by as you forage more of the strange berries you tasted last night from a thicket of bushes, and decide to attempt to draw magic into Spellmourne from the area around you. Looking around for any threats, you see nothing and then channel your magic into your helm to strengthen your eyesight and then double-check for any threats. Still seeing nothing around, you dismiss the enchantment and draw your sword with both of the skull's eye sockets and noses still glowing. Gripping the sword hilt in your right hand, you raise it up and hold it on its side so the large skull is facing up and your hand is on its side. Instantly reminded of how you raised Sindragosa into your service, you clear your thoughts and then continue with a sad sigh of how you forced her to serve as your mount. As your anger rises to the surface, your self-loathing is renewed as you try to continue concentrating on drawing magic from around you.

Sensing the emotional distress of a creature, a pack of Wendigos are drawn towards the source. Seeing nothing more to interest them, two of them take off while one of them stays behind. The other two stop and look back to see that they are sticking around for some reason, making one of them ask, "There's nothing for us to do here if the creature is angry with itself, so come on Gale."

The windigo cocks her head as she looks at the swirling emotional storm raging within the bipedal creature and looks to her friend saying, "I know, but I'd like to know why there is such a storm raging inside them like that. Can't you see how bad the storm is?"

The windigo that spoke earlier sighs and shakes her head saying, "Chilly Gale, you're the only one of us that is able to see emotions to that degree. Are you going to come with us or are you planning on hanging around the creature?"

Chilly Gale smiles and cocks her head saying in a voice similar to the melodic sound of chiming crystals, "I plan to find out why their emotions are so dark towards themself, so I'm going mind-diving for a bit. Wanna come with me, you two?"

She gasps and says, "You intend to possess them while they're awake?! What's wrong with you!? You know that is dangerous to do while they are awake, it's too easy to get stuck inside their mind!"

The curious windigo rolls her transparent, glowing eyes and says, "Yeah, I know, but we can always escape during the night. Come on Shrill, don't you want to know why they hate themself so much? Surely, you have to admit that you are just as curious as I am..."

Denying it with a huff, Shrill then says, "Not in the slightest, now come on. Let's go back before our parent's wonder where we've gotten off to."

With a snide smirk, Chilly shakes her head and says, "Nope! I'm gonna find out the reason for their anger, so SEE YA!" and darts off towards the creature as they continue to hold the weapon in the air outstretched from their body. As she gets closer, she starts to see particles of mana get pulled in from the air around her, thinking, 'Huh, that's neat. I wonder what they plan to do with it once they're done collecting mana particles...'

A sharp gasp leaves her mouth as she watches her sister possess the creature saying, "OH you little..." and then turns to her friend saying, "I'm gonna go after her, could you let our parent's know what's going on and that I'll get her back home after her curiosity is sated?"

The friend groans and nods her head saying, "Ugh...not again...Chilly always gets us into trouble." then rolls her eyes and gives in saying, "Alright, I'll do it, but make sure you two are careful. Something tells me that whatever that creature is, it's dangerous." and then watches Shrill head towards the creature before turning around and making her way towards her parent's first to inform them of the situation and calls over her shoulder, "I will be back to watch over you two troublemakers after visiting our parent's homes."

A shiver washes over your body as a slightly itchy sensation brushes over your skin, when you suddenly hear a giggle come from somewhere around you and spin around, moving your sword down into a position ready to defend yourself and shout, "Who did that!" and hear another giggle from somewhere nearby.

Shrill phases right through the creepy armor and slips right into the creature's body, causing a shiver to travel through them. Getting herself acquainted with her new host, she quickly learns that it is a male and groans with disgust thinking, 'Oh how lovely, the first creature I possess just happens to be male.' Moving on, she then slips into his mind and is greeted by floating above the ground amidst a howling blizzard and hears her younger sister giggle and calls out, "Chilly, will you stop making this dreadful blizzard?!"

Hearing a voice seeming to come from behind you, you spin around and hit the space with the flat side of your sword saying, "Who's there!?" but hit nothing but air and continue to look around, turning your head and body around to search for who spoke.

Chilly giggles again and hovers beside her saying, "I didn't make this blizzard, but isn't it awesome! I actually feel the cold from this blizzard, can't you?!"

She cocks her head and says, "We can't feel cold during winter because we're windigos." but then realizes that she actually can feel the cold coming from the blizzard raging around them inside the creature's mind. Her eyes go wide as she then says, "Wait...why can we feel the cold from THIS blizzard?!"

The wild windigo smiles and circles around her sister to stand in front of her saying, "I know, I wondered the same thing after I got here, but I figured it out shortly after. We can feel it because the creature hates himself so much that a desire to disappear from all existence sprung up. I learned that the creature is a human after I dug around a little bit. There's a small cave where we can keep out of the weather for a bit before we go dig around some more."

Shrill sighs exasperatedly and says, "Sister, do you have any sense for boundaries?"