⟪ She had seen a hint of it in his death vision, but truth be told, other things had captured her attention more –– but now, she is entirely enthralled, almost forgetting about her cigarette for a moment. ⟫

Oh.

⟪ Her eyes dart around the room, but yes, no one seems to take any notice of this at all. How odd. How fascinating. She doesn't say: you would make a grand assassin. But she thinks it, loathe as she is. ⟫

God, if such things existed in my world... Some of mine own powers may be taught, but it is a process, and not a kindly one.