Madness in a Cadenza

[Kaze]

Kaze's eyebrow rose. Maybe she broke him a little bit too much. Reality was needed to initiate the healing process. Like spinning in place, a normal mind could only reach an angle so far before it snapped. 180 degrees was the limit to many. Some, more. Others less. Only way to actually heal was to spin back to zero. "Information is power, true." Not that she would allow it. She grabbed his throat with her bionic hand, the cold metal against his sweaty skin, rising him up in the air effortlessly. He started to gasp for air, for support, grappling the cold metal. "But power is power."

She slammed him back into the divan, breaking it with the force exerted, transforming Hall into a hammer. But a hammer is made of lifeless steel. Hall's back was pretty much alive. And in pain. The cold hand released the grip, allowing air to flow unrestricted again. She turned her back and spun back to appreciate the sight. The broken divan with a breathless Hall, grasping for a direction. "Now, no one knows you better than I. Yet, I am now the one you have never known." She flicked an imaginary piece of dirt from her bionic hand. "I can give you back your body. But I cannot give you back your throne." Kaze walked near to the still dizzy man and kneeled. "It is quite simple. You are still of use to Bretonia. Controlled. Restricted. In check."

Her bionic hand slithered back to his throat and slightly closed. Fear flooded Hall's mind. "I do not need to blackmail you with the information. I am blackmailing you with your own life." Kaze slightly turned her hand to look at him. Eyes on eyes. "And even if it comes to that.. Well, I can do the roundabout way. I will cleave my way to the Admiralty through the bodies of our enemies. I will rise through the ashes of the burned down husks of their ships. Without politics. Without the very things that binds you and them."

The grip grew lax once again, but did not left his throat. "A true monster does not need politics. A true monster does not need deals. A true monster only needs is a jugular to sink its teeth in." Her face closed in to Hall. She smelled of blood, soot and death. And her lips parted to give way to her voice.

"Behave. And you will retain some respect. Fail to do so, I will shame your body. I will sully your name." She rose up and walked away. Stopping near the mask in the floor, she kicked it towards Hall. "And now you know a fraction of the extent that I am willing to go for Bretonia. I suggest you take that in account before opening your mouth to spit bile. Lest you choke on it." She crossed her arms, waiting for the broken man.

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