"Let me go. You don't need me anymore. I'm not in the Castle anymore. I can't- I can't hurt him anymore." she whispers, her black-gloved hands pressed to the sides of her head. "Ah, my sweet, it is good to see that you are still a rebel. You've done quite well- top thief of Orlin? Surprising." "Leave me alone." "Do you remember who made you to be who you are? You've accomplished so much because of //me//. Because in your heart of hearts you serve me and nothing can change that." "That's not true!" Silence. She's touching her scar, he can see it through her eyes. He curls her lips into a smile, both pitiless and cruel, one that she's mastered so well since he taught it to her. She was such a prodigy. It was a shame he had to break her. "Do you still love him?" She's silent. He's struck a blow, but her eventual answer surprises him. "No." What surprised him even more is that she believes her own answer.
