[Ianthe doesn't betray her feelings on the matter, but there is a twist in her stomach of disgust. Of course, it's all as intended, isn't it? John gets his big happy family again, living on the scraps of lies he feeds them.
She'd expected it from Kiriona, after her final betrayal revealed how deep her delusion runs. Harry is so utterly broken that she thinks the girl would accept affection from a resurrection beast - but she'd hoped. On the Emperor's flagship, they could only trust one another. But now she's living it up with fucking Duty of all people.
Augustine stings a little. But she understands him. He's like her, after all. He'll latch himself onto the Emperor and drain him dry like a leach. They both need him shackled for their own agendas, Augustine just mixes it with a horny way.]
I was feeling just so terribly homesick now that you mention it. [Because Woe knows so much about the Third, she's sure. She doesn't even know about Coronabeth. The fact that she's dead-on in this case is simply irrelevant.] But I suppose you've lost your appetite.
Regardless, I'm unsurprised about the Lord's daughter. He made your little science program his heir, you know. Dressed her up in finery and claimed her life and sacrifice for his own.
They're so alike I've been tempted to throw myself into the river frequently the past nine months. [She and Kiriona are alike too. She and John, too. It makes her wants to scream.]
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She'd expected it from Kiriona, after her final betrayal revealed how deep her delusion runs. Harry is so utterly broken that she thinks the girl would accept affection from a resurrection beast - but she'd hoped. On the Emperor's flagship, they could only trust one another. But now she's living it up with fucking Duty of all people.
Augustine stings a little. But she understands him. He's like her, after all. He'll latch himself onto the Emperor and drain him dry like a leach. They both need him shackled for their own agendas, Augustine just mixes it with a horny way.]
I was feeling just so terribly homesick now that you mention it. [Because Woe knows so much about the Third, she's sure. She doesn't even know about Coronabeth. The fact that she's dead-on in this case is simply irrelevant.] But I suppose you've lost your appetite.
Regardless, I'm unsurprised about the Lord's daughter. He made your little science program his heir, you know. Dressed her up in finery and claimed her life and sacrifice for his own.
They're so alike I've been tempted to throw myself into the river frequently the past nine months. [She and Kiriona are alike too. She and John, too. It makes her wants to scream.]