The woman stood up against the wall all the time, staring at the various people with an indecipherable expression.
She didn't smile nor spoke to anybody.
She was merely observing, crossing her arms.
If someone could see auras, he would be able to see a large one, irradiating happiness and pleasure, while a small one was attacked by the large one, trying to keep her integrity.
Yet the little one seemed to be impenetrable.
The woman allowed herself to grin ironically when Malaclypse did his toast.
Love? What had this to do with anything?
Love was only a chemical process apes tended to associate with some higher empathic link.
Nonsense.
Mnemosym used loved. She didn't let it use her.
She gave a deep glance at Mal-3 when he came to her, offering his hand.
The woman puffed, making her face veil wave a bit.
"Malaclypse. We're going."
She said coldly, as if she was talking to a kid.
The amount of disrespect was fairly high, and the guests who were close enough to hear raised an eyebrow in perplexity.
Mnemosym was already walking away, moving to the docks of the vast Juggernaut.
She didn't even give a blessing, nor greeted anyone, leaving some kind of discomfort behind her.
Malaclypse shrugged and smiled at the others guests.
"That woman... Has issues, popes. Don't mind her."
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