A mistake? [ She echoes, offended. ] You call that a mistake?
[ It feels like such an impossibly mild description for what happened. A mistake, yes, but if Silco had been a little more eager to finish things, if Mordred had been a little slower to arrive, there wouldn't have been anything left to save. All her Discord has truly done is remove her filter; the breaking of a dam wall already struggling to hold back months of emotional turmoil.
Her expression, already dour, darkens further, her breath hissing out through bitterly clenched teeth. The look in her blackened eyes is that of someone who could kill a thousand people without feeling an iota of remorse, and seems to ask a simple question — what's one more? ]
I'll give you a choice, mouse. Form a contract with me, or die right here. [ One way or another, she's solving her problem. Today. ]
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[ It feels like such an impossibly mild description for what happened. A mistake, yes, but if Silco had been a little more eager to finish things, if Mordred had been a little slower to arrive, there wouldn't have been anything left to save. All her Discord has truly done is remove her filter; the breaking of a dam wall already struggling to hold back months of emotional turmoil.
Her expression, already dour, darkens further, her breath hissing out through bitterly clenched teeth. The look in her blackened eyes is that of someone who could kill a thousand people without feeling an iota of remorse, and seems to ask a simple question — what's one more? ]
I'll give you a choice, mouse. Form a contract with me, or die right here. [ One way or another, she's solving her problem. Today. ]