" it seems you are displeased. "
there is not an ounce of emotion in her remark, as if she were talking about th weather, as if she did not even understand nor know the meaning of the word sadness. she supposes, albeit it is merely a guess, that the mermaid must feel angry, which is an emotion Vanessa recognizes and thus, understands.
" i have heard the ladies in waiting, they say you are ... envious? is that the word? " another concept Vanessa understands, and thus, can speak of with the tiniest of smirks on her face. not because she is rejoicing in the mermaid's suffering, but because she finds it amusing that the girl would care so much about a human man to begin with.
" you will never win. not with her, " the sea witch is a cunning creature, and between weaved seaweed and foam, she has placed a part of her conniving within her creation. Vanessa knows how to play according to Ursula's rules, " you should return to the ocean, little mermaid. you suffer when you walk the shore, and you suffer when the human prince looks at me, " as she connects their gazes through the reflection of the vanity's mirror where she sits, Vanessa's eyes shimmer in silver, a feline in the darkness staring at a mouse, " go home. maybe that way she'll spare your life. " @sirensang
