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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia would sooner allow herself the privilege of anger rather than sorrow. Sadness makes one weak and helpless, and she is neither of those, she would not be anymore. She would have ashes and blood for each tear the castle has her shed. ]

Paradisa has wronged me, us. I would have vengeance.

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[scinlae]

[ She need not ask, for she knows how it is wronged her. How it has wronged them both. In truth it has been wronging them for some time, wearing down their tolerance until they want nothing more than fire and ash and blood. ]

I would give you vengeance.

[heloise]

Will it satisfy?

[ Even this might not be enough. ]

[scinlae]

I will not lie to you, it would be temporary satisfaction at best.

[heloise]

Yet bought with such a dear price.

What must we do?

[scinlae]

Cut at it until it bleeds, tear down the walls until satisfaction finds you.

[ It will yield little, but what else can they do? Depriving the castle of it's subjects? A good idea, yes, but lengthy and the chances of success uncertain. ]

[heloise]

And you will help me with this?

[scinlae]

I will.