[♖: A kill you regret :3c]
It had been some time ago, of course. South of Dawnstar in the mountains, on the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, she’d killed two travelers. She can’t even remember the act - only after, blood under her nails and flecked on her cheeks, tore them apart like an animal. Bait, for the Vigilants.
She killed the Vigilants, of course. Let Doht take one, killed one herself. One put up quite a struggle, enough for her to have to stumble back to Relmyna for repair, hauling the unconscious body of the single survivor for experiments. There was a flicker of regret, a sour taste in her mouth, but nothing like the thought of those travellers.
Pointless deaths, on blameless innocents.
Her knuckles tense as she continues rolling out the dough on her countertop for a quiche, smile becoming fixed. No - no. That life is far away, now. Don’t think about it.
But she stops kneading and rolling, and leaves to wash her hands. They no longer feel clean.
