Send an accusation and the muse can only answer with “guilty” or “not guilty.”
Well, duh.
The Master has the temerity to cackle at this accusation, loud and straight from the gut, flashing perfect politician’s teeth.
He’s been baptized in the blood of innocents since he was a small child, and his best friend deigned him a more suitable companion to Death.
“Guilty, you troglodyte.”
Icarus 