This is about his impulse to kill, is it not? [Please let it not be. But. How could it not be.]
He promised you. His word is good? [She supposes it's possible. But unlikely. The idea that such a monster could retain any sense of honor was laughable to her not too long ago. It's only slightly less so now.]
[She's thankful again that it's voice and not video, though it's not impossible for Priscilla to feel the tiny spikes in her energy, flickering, a low burn before it's forced down and away.] More emotional blackmail, then. Are you sure that you're anything more to him than a ...bargaining chip? A means to an end that we can only begin to guess at? [Yeah. I've got guesses. For miles. You could pave a road to Hell with them, too, but none of them are good.]
[You love him. She's got nothing, there. Just a mess beneath a very soft sigh.]
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He promised you. His word is good? [She supposes it's possible. But unlikely. The idea that such a monster could retain any sense of honor was laughable to her not too long ago. It's only slightly less so now.]
[She's thankful again that it's voice and not video, though it's not impossible for Priscilla to feel the tiny spikes in her energy, flickering, a low burn before it's forced down and away.] More emotional blackmail, then. Are you sure that you're anything more to him than a ...bargaining chip? A means to an end that we can only begin to guess at? [Yeah. I've got guesses. For miles. You could pave a road to Hell with them, too, but none of them are good.]
[You love him. She's got nothing, there. Just a mess beneath a very soft sigh.]