[A, that sore spot. She remembers then, that near aight where she mistook Sion for another. Adras tattoos of that same person. Her movements slow, and quicken then, anger rolling off of her.
It confuses her, still. And that makes her even more angry. She wants to break out into violence. Instead, her voice becomes frosted. Evil intent tangs the air.]
No.
[She wants to hurt him. But she doesn't. The way she wins this, and everything else is control.]
He's gone, and he didn't truly exist at all. Besides. I cannot have those things. We both know that.
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It confuses her, still. And that makes her even more angry. She wants to break out into violence. Instead, her voice becomes frosted. Evil intent tangs the air.]
No.
[She wants to hurt him. But she doesn't. The way she wins this, and everything else is control.]
He's gone, and he didn't truly exist at all. Besides. I cannot have those things. We both know that.