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[confined_to_briah]

( Alexiel is glaring at her communicator, her eyes glowing malevolently. She is sitting at a bar and a number of empty (and large) cups are scattered in front of her. )

I don't feel anything. ( Drunk or otherwise. No, that's not true, actually. She's still pissed off and the alcohol only splashes against the barrier of her rage. Useless. )

Nothing can make this better. ( She shoves the cups off of the bar and stands up. As the glass shatters on impact, she stands up. Immediately, the room spins and she covers her mouth with her hand, coughing.

So she had been wrong. There is an effect. It's just not the one she wants. )

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[confined_to_briah]

Because you weren't behaving. ( And, oddly, she believes in mercy sometimes, though she has no trouble cutting through the masses if it means saving Rosiel or Setsuna. )

Do you miss Katan?

[shall_yield_us]

[ The inhale, hiss and stiffening - they're harder than the steel of his hand now.

He'd meant to play nicely, too. ]

Don't. Presume.

[confined_to_briah]

( Alexiel exhales. The answer is clear. He wouldn't stiffen so if he didn't care. )

Presume what? That you have a heart?

[shall_yield_us]

[ And then he laughs, because she's no fool, but plays pretend. ]

That you can speak of whatever pleases you.

[confined_to_briah]

( Her hand drops away from his hair and she gives him a emotionless stare. )

There is no god to prefer you here.

[shall_yield_us]

...oh? Ohhhh - oh? Have you... killed Him, by chance?

[ The smile rests; hardens. You can't. ]

No, no, you devil's harlot. I carry Him with me. And doesn't that sting?

[confined_to_briah]

I will. Whether he dies by my hand or the hand of one of my allies, I don't care. He has to pay for what he has done.

( Can. )

I don't care for him.