[Sindragosa is idly fiddling with the communicator. Her blackened, swollen fingers deftly jab at the screen a few times, and then she heaves a sigh, which sounds like air rasped through a tube of sandpaper. She leans back against the wall of her cell, and the blue light flickers out - the closest she will come to closing her eyes. The empty sockets
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Well. It isn't pretty.
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No. It is not.
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Seems you had fun.
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I have no need to eat. I have little desire to do so. It is an experiment, if anything.
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And ? Are you happy of the result ?
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It seems to still secrete the ones inducing anger and agressivity, at least.
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Such a sweet song you all sing, now.
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No. She must be proper. She must make alliances. She could break out of this little hovel if she so chose. She could carve her way through them even now. They incarcerated her whilst unconscious and unused to her limitations. She had adapted to the latter and would not all the former to happen again. If she wanted, she could find her own place and make them rue the day they insulted her so.
But.
But she needed allies here. If that Guardian could force her into this form and keep her in it, then they had more power than she did. And if the Queen could take her from her Master's domain... well, that spoke for itself. Cut a swathe of blood through these mortals as she could, power like that was not something she could approach on her own. She needed to use these tiresome ants. And to do that, she had to appear gracious. ( ... )
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Well, you almost killed me. [And she can be proud, it's extremely difficult to kills him. Unless you are a Reaper.] I suppose you can understand that I really wasn't happy about it the last time we talked.
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