[Tea. A go-to. She can almost smell the loneliness wafting off the perfectly good boiling liquid. Heat, cold. It takes many forms.
She steps inside, looking around and taking in this... well... frankly miserable setting. She remembers how it felt when her roommates left. How Mercy's apartment felt when Akechi and Monika disappeared.
But it's not like that for Martin, is it. In a lot of ways, by stealing his loved one away, whatever's happened is the cruelest possible punishment for him. Out of reach. Out of time.
She thinks about Adaine. About Mercy.
There's the slightest twang of empathy beneath her usual cruelty. Not quite compassion, not quite pity.]
Hello Martin. No sugar in mine, but plenty of milk.
[Unsweetened tea. It reminds her so much of Mother, in all her vicious cruelties.]
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She steps inside, looking around and taking in this... well... frankly miserable setting. She remembers how it felt when her roommates left. How Mercy's apartment felt when Akechi and Monika disappeared.
But it's not like that for Martin, is it. In a lot of ways, by stealing his loved one away, whatever's happened is the cruelest possible punishment for him. Out of reach. Out of time.
She thinks about Adaine. About Mercy.
There's the slightest twang of empathy beneath her usual cruelty. Not quite compassion, not quite pity.]
Hello Martin. No sugar in mine, but plenty of milk.
[Unsweetened tea. It reminds her so much of Mother, in all her vicious cruelties.]