Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

Ugh.
That smirk.
It didn't remind her of her father. No, far, far from the loving man who ruled with an iron fist clutching ice.
She was reminded of those who brutalised her. Drove her to do...unspeakable things to her unwanted young.
She shivered, looking away with gritted teeth.
A Godly man alright.

She looked back to him when he did to her.
Steeling herself for more disgusting, slimy smirks that meant she should wipe it from his face then pound it into the ground.
It was only because of that nightmare did she feel this way, after so long.

"What'd he do? Give you a diagram or did you just aimlessly wander here and called it 'word of God'?" She was rude him alright. But she couldn't help doing so. She utterly despised those bastards. He might not be like them, but he didn't make it easy for himself. He was like an open book to her and she wanted to tear out every page.

She looked down, "Sorry. You just remind me of someone."
It wasn't truly his fault. She knew he wasn't there. It wasn't him.

"I'm interested in hunting and sinning." Another smirk tilting up to him.
Smite her now O'Mally whilst you can.