“What a shame. For a moment you seemed to agree that I should have killed you.” Satsuki blinked slowly, allowing her eyes the briefest of rest before she looked in her mother’s direction a look full of the same blunt hatred that she felt. To be able to at least do that at was a relief, even if at present it was not the time to do much of anything else. “I already told you, I don’t care for your throne. To want to take up such a legacy is what would truly make me a fool.”
“I WOULD HAVE MORE RESPECTfor you, if you were even CAPABLE of it.” That blunt hatred did not rattle her; such a revolutionized GAIT was reduced to mere rubble, here – her looks were small rebellions, minute freedoms, that RAGYO KIRYUIN could allow, for now, until her daughter was REMADE into the image that was DEMANDED of an empress. “You want to make into something of your own, don’t you? To STOP me? That REQUIRES a THRONE of your OWN!”
“As though I would apologize for something I don’t regret. My only mistake was not being more thorough.”
“I AGREE.”Said RAGYO KIRYUIN, circling her daughter, SMILINGLY, lips bearing only the barest HINT of her malicious malevolence, which existed eternally for her OFFSPRING and ESPECIALLY for this daughter, who thought that empires and empresses were a GAME she could USURP. “If you wanted the throne so BADLY, you should have considered just WHO you were up against. You are a FOOLISH BRAT!”
