hanging in the shadow of your family tree.

[lyingyouth]

Comments

[moabiticus]

People who think anything else matters are idiots.

[herlittleknave]

[ Hello, quasi-half-aunt? ]

And what happens to idiots?

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[moabiticus]

[They've only just sort of accepted Lucia, so this'll be fun.]

Usually?

[albicapillus]

They die.

[herlittleknave]

Not too quickly, I'd hope.

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[moabiticus]

That depends on how stupid they are.

[albicapillus]

[Just smiles.]

[herlittleknave]

I can see where she gets it from.

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[albicapillus]

[There's a brief pause where they just glance at each other, then they look back to him.]

You're the younger.

[moabiticus]

Our blood's strong. Doubt yours is, sweetheart.

[herlittleknave]

I'm the Bastard's bastard. My blood's poison. But we're all Hers, so simply a weapon of a different kind.

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[albicapillus]

Weapons and tools aren't the same thing.

[moabiticus]

And being a soldier is something else completely.

[herlittleknave]

Semantics.

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[moabiticus]

For you, sweetheart. Not for us.

[albicapillus]

Not for Lucia.