Luneshale Pass Fingers Tearing Through the Ground

"Yeah?" Brilliant? Her? Machiavelli didn't have to say it twice. "I know." How could she not? How could he not, even, to think that she was just some whore who couldn’t realize just what he meant, what he was doing—oh, but she knew! She knew! Machiavelli thought he could create a wild tale and spin it to the damsel just to walk out the door. Some filthy ruse on the tongue for an easy way out when the boredom kicked in a little too hard, and Legend knew all about that. All too well. How it felt when someone stopped performing hard enough and stopped giving enough energy to be different from the rest of the gray society they lived in. Boring, gray, dull walking figures with no life in them. None of them were fun enough to make you bleed a little bit more or keep your attention with a savory give and take.

Who was more brilliant than her as tears foamed at her eyes?

So, that was what it was then. There was nothing else it could be that was perceivable, realistic. Imprisoned. Imprisoned. Jailed. What was next on the list? Then the woman was trapped in the deepest pits of hell for the perceivable days that had been his prison sentence in the land of illusions.

Standing, assertive. "You. Bored."

And that was the end of it. The wobbling lip? Unacknowledged. Didn't feel it. Wasn't happening. If it was, it was no fault other than Machiavelli's for making her feel that way.

Liars would be liars.

Traitors would be traitors.

She wouldn't be the one to turn away when the man tried to lie his way out of being either of the two.

Maybe it was unvalued. Who needed the value in any relationship, regardless? And if there was value in what they had, if what they had was even something to be held, then it wouldn't have been up for debate in this very moment. There it was. There it went.

And there Machi went.

That was what she thought of him.

There Machi went.

There he went.

"ESET!" she hissed.

Was that Eset's plan? Who would've done anything but this? There was no one of power to truly imprison Machiavelli except Eset. It could not have been in Akashingo. It could not have been the Pharaoh. Could it have? Could it have?

And why did she buy it now when she hadn’t the entire time?

The man was tailed by the fire of her steps.

"No! NO. Home." He had a follower breathing down his neck. "You leave now? Where? Home? Where's home? Back to prison?" And what was she saying? She spit it out anyway.