@scindo-iii said : ❝ i don't need their love. i need their swords. ❞
where conversation had once been her duty, it was now a delight... the self one wished to convey said more of one's soul than the words themselves, and she understood human egos better than she could ever hope to understand the dark prince that stained what remained.
now, to guess the real reason he made her companion to his thoughts... it could not be merely to torture her, could it? a paltry pain. even the blandest emperor's child would not be satisfied with such an offering.
she hummed in her chains, rolling his words in her mouth as if it were a poem, a sugar-dusted delight delivered to her aching stomach, making a small show of her attention. to the prisoner, its master is its whole world ⸻ you are my whole world. would that please him?
❝ without love, your brothers' swords will find your back as soon as you run out of enemies. you were never meant to live without it. ❞
insipid as her brother's adeptus astartes were, she saved a portion of gratitude for his designs; they were all such childish creatures.
❝ how lonely you must be... ❞