Wheeling Gull Isle wordlessly watching, he waits by the window

Well, at least he was honest. Maegi blinked once or twice but otherwise didn't react, staring at him, waiting for his speech to wane. She certainly couldn't judge him, nor would she. She had prayed for others to die. Skullchaser, Parvati, Potema. . .

I hope your prayers are answered, she responded diplomatically. I know what it's like to have something—someone—hanging over your head. To have to wait, or else take matters into your own paws.

Had he considered it? Even if he had, given that he was here, still praying for his sister's demise, that consideration had not translated into successful action.

Still, she wanted to stay on his good side. A man that hoped for death would always be a threat, in her eyes, to her children—whether that fear was rational or not was irrelevant. She gave him a bland, lips-closed smile, wondering what he would say next.