'ANGELA HEEEEEEEEEEEELP—'
If Angela was here… no, even somewhere in the dungeon, Angela Iondora would probably feel an inexplicable urge to sigh.
Beneath the veil, Cecilia recalled every interaction she had ever had with every type of person across every station of life.
Politicians who would sell their own mothers for a scrap of power, priests who believed their own lies so thoroughly they had forgotten they were lies. Assassins, scholars, fools. She had learned that understanding people was the key to surviving them.
But nothing could be compared to Ivy Cassia's chaotic goodness.
This woman was ready to break every rule, every norm, every moral convention to make sure she achieved what she judged as a "better" world to live in. And Cecilia had never felt more terrified of another person in her entire life.
