[ She has a lot of things to say. To Dante, at least. That it doesn't matter. She knows it doesn't matter. Jack had them all fooled before too, she heard the stories. But not even his own people knew how messed up he was. They never did. That was the point. You can't trust them, you can only kill them and hope you did it soon enough.
Of course, then Rhys speaks, so what comes out of her mouth as she whirls is: ] Go fuck yourself, Rhys.
[ But she knows Dante won't let her take a step toward him. He'd be right too not let her. She'd kick him clean through if she had the chance. So there is that at least. ]
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Of course, then Rhys speaks, so what comes out of her mouth as she whirls is: ] Go fuck yourself, Rhys.
[ But she knows Dante won't let her take a step toward him. He'd be right too not let her. She'd kick him clean through if she had the chance. So there is that at least. ]