Lust hadn't minded being ushered out of the dining hall in the least. She was still irritated over the fact that the woman from last night seemed so close to River. It was ridiculous to be jealous over such a thing, but Lust found herself unable to help it. She had precious few personal connections in this place, and in a strange way they were
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And wonderful, that damn bitch of a woman had to intrude with something that actually tied in to the conversation. Lust's eyes narrowed, and then her expression smoothed once more. She cast an eye over Dante's rotted flesh, realizing that perhaps her fears were overstated. This woman, in this place, had no hold over her. And Scar was no longer quite the loner he had been - he could protect himself and there were others who could protect him as well. Perhaps she truly had no need of playing pawn any longer....
"Edward has nothing to do with what I am now," she answered honestly, working the shampoo through her hair. "And you haven't the slightest idea what I am." As though to prove it, Lust extended her claws a fraction of an inch to display that she wasn't human. She turned to Scholar Ling. "Soul-less monster is something of an exaggeration. If we find time to speak in private, I'll tell you more."
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