>>5766(Anguish etched across her face) Oh, really? What else am I to assume when I find myself standing at the precipice, utterly dependent upon his charity? And now he toys with me as one would with a worm beneath their fingernail?
>>5768(Her eyes narrowing to slits) Ah, silence would have sufficed. Your feral whisper-snigger didn't escape unremarked by me, Sawyer.
