[It will--or a deflection, at least. On some level, Anthy knows that being this honest with someone she doesn't know at all is a mistake. On another level, it's . . . easier, in some ways, to be honest with a stranger. Maybe they'll never speak to each other again. Maybe Sieglinde will die soon. Maybe lots of things.]
[She feels neutral about this whole conversation, with maybe a tinge of hope. A shiny lining that will turn out to either be silver or aluminum.]
I suppose you could say that he's the devil. Although I love him very much.
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[She feels neutral about this whole conversation, with maybe a tinge of hope. A shiny lining that will turn out to either be silver or aluminum.]
I suppose you could say that he's the devil. Although I love him very much.
What's it like to have a clan? Do you like it?