Kinga couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever seen him this angry, this livid, this unbalanced by it. Come what frustrations may, the Patron’s approach was always far more.. measured.
It only solidified for Kinga what she questioned in her still being alive to have this conversation with him.
What little leverage she may still possess, was in play.
“—A drudge in your factory?” Kinga burst out a huff of laughter, exhausted to the bone though she felt her vanity unable to contain itself at that. Was that what he saw? Was that the good he liked seeing?
“Oh baby, I’m not one of your employees.
I have, and I take, what I want.”
I think, to become what’s good about us..” She made a face, the weariness showing through for a moment. “He’d have to kill what’s good in him.
And that,” She shook her head.
“You know, Abel, I just didn’t want to see it.” Bummer.