Rubicon: Chapter III

[Char Aznable]

"Especially if you neglect some parts of it." Her voice was still cold, without any change in tone, but the pure and simple statement alone could have been meant as a provocation. Without letting the thoughts linger, however, she fixated her eyes on his. He hadn't changed at all, neither in demeanor, nor in looks. Compared to her, that was a serious accomplishment - but one she could use. If he truly hadn't changed at all, he was still a prisoner of his system of morals and codes, and one of those was loyalty. Loyalty to his subjects, most of all - even if they were presumed dead.

"Nobody dragged you here. You were invited. Something that happens between potential partners, at least so I've been told." She smiled a humorless smile, not even trying to convince an emotion of joy, but rather showing her disinterest in this cat-and-mouse-play - even though she seemed to be quite skilled at it, much more so than a while ago. "There was a time where we worked together very closely. From my standpoint, that needn't have changed. Now, finally, her tone shifted slightly. She grew a little quieter, her voice barely more than a whisper. A tone that people among her had learned to fear more than the outbursts of Michael Wolf or the rage of Freya Eistochter.
"Then you branded me a traitor."

She stopped the pacing, turning to face the man she was fixating on. Her muscles were tense, she was ready to jump at any opportunity, even though the darkness and the black leather of her catsuit obscured most of that to the other person in the room. She hadn't stopped at random, though - she was standing right between the man and the only lit passage out of the room, back to his ship. He had to face her, and the light in her back would make it hard even for a man of his level of augmentation to identify more than the most basic facial features.
"What's interesting about that is that this resulted in a pretty dire consequence for you. You're losing your grip in Riverrun. And nobody is interested in working with you anymore. Sacrificing me on your altar of so-called 'justice' hasn't gotten you anything but grief. And given that we're talking, you didn't even succeed in bringing me down."

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