Dawnlark Plains i can't forget you, i can't forgive what you did to me

once her speech wound to an eventual end, caiaphas' gaze fell upon vercingetorix. she studied him carefully, the same way he had been scrutinized by her a hundred times before. his tone was sincere, his expression contrite: its presence caused a simple flick of her ear in response.

vercingetorix posed a question that drew caiaphas' sharp gaze towards his own sharply; it was an impudent question, but her countenace remained unchanged. did she forgive ephraim? gazing upon him with level intensity, caiaphas paused long enough to utter a cold "no," before she slunk off, disinterested in any further questioning.