08-08-2016, 01:28 PM
Armande's eyes glittered at her words and then flicked to Martins. She was needling him. She wanted power over him. He wouldn't let the child goad him further. She was trying to provoke a reaction.
She was whining at fate or God or himself- whoever had put her in this position. Trapped between two powerful men. If he were a different man, he would have felt pity for her. But he did not. She was a tool, like any other. One whose vision was only her own survival. A creature that would not rise above petty self-interest.
Cooly, he replied to her. "You seem to think you are on trial at the moment, little bird. I have your report. I have heard my Metatron's account." Calm. Be calm. "I would like to hear it from your lips. I have questions for you. Perhaps you can stop assuming what you think you know- what you THINK!"- he reigned in his words- "this is about, and instead answer me."
She was whining at fate or God or himself- whoever had put her in this position. Trapped between two powerful men. If he were a different man, he would have felt pity for her. But he did not. She was a tool, like any other. One whose vision was only her own survival. A creature that would not rise above petty self-interest.
Cooly, he replied to her. "You seem to think you are on trial at the moment, little bird. I have your report. I have heard my Metatron's account." Calm. Be calm. "I would like to hear it from your lips. I have questions for you. Perhaps you can stop assuming what you think you know- what you THINK!"- he reigned in his words- "this is about, and instead answer me."