They winced in unison at Thraike's reprimand. Ghods' smug smile returned as he offered a shrug. "Aye aye, captain."
Netsakh spoke directly to Thraike in that moment. "We hold no accountability for our bearer. It is an agent of pure chaos. We are created to bring our order to replace that of a darklings, that they may know true control, yet this one has never had control. Their mind is chaos, and it is our greatest strength to simply command it. Unison with that which is insane can only be brought by insanity in ourselves. Your bearer and our bearer are not the same."
Ghods felt the need to interject, but held his tongue. He did know that Netsakh wasn't speaking to him, but he could still hear the thoughts. He busied himself with a small file and his gun, etching a few more tallies into the barrel, which had become nearly engulfed in them. She should learn to hold her attitude, though, he thought to himself.