Kholusia is just enough to haunt her. Enough white limestone cliff and ocean salt to call back Limsa. But Eulmore - no. Eulmore reminds Ileane of Ul’dah. She can explain it in no other way but that they share the same stench. It is a place that she suspects neither of them wishes to linger in. But they’ve been here for two nights tracking down the source of the Crystarium leaks.
Ileane has slain a Lightwarden, has stood before armies ; she does not fear swords or daggers in the dark. But they have Minfillia now, and she is not just the memory that haunts the Scions, but a child. Soft and vulnerable. A thing to be protected. And she is-
Thancred is many things, but in this Ileane reads him loud and clear. Minfillia is his weakness.
“What do you intend to do after we find them?” Because they will find them, and Ileane might be willing to let them go or slit their throats, but she has to know if Thancred is rational. If he’s under control or if he’s going to fly off the handle.
DEATH BY ILEANE’S HAND WOULD BE A KINDNESS to those that had brought so much pain to not only himself but his young charge; compared to the scenarios in his head, a sliced throat or even beheading would be a mercy. any and all that dared to endanger minfilia’s freedom would not be spared his bloody vengeance if he was not held back -- part of him wondered if ileane would, or whether she would enjoy the scene. always a hard one to read, thancred oft wondered if killing was only a job to her, or if murder was in her blood.
“ I intend to do as is required of me: enact punishment worthy of the crime committed. the fact they have evaded us this long only makes the sentence harsher. ” his words did not sound like his own, voice harsh as he balled a single fist at his side and tightened his grip on his gunblade with the other. “
while true that they had not endangered minfilia directly, thancred would not forgive himself if he did not take care of the eulmoran spies appropriately. there would be no redemption for those who sought only to harm norvrandt and make the young blonde ran’jit’s slave once again. the memory of his first meeting with her began to linger in his mind, causing a brief grimace as he remembered seeing those piercing blue eyes and feeling the familiar gaze of a complete stranger.
“ I suspect you know what to do once we have them cornered, ” he murmured, taking a short glance at the mercenary by his side. “ I’ll let your axe take the first bite, but leave some for me, won’t you? ”
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