[ it's hard to describe the combination of things she's feeling right now. there's a healthy dose of apprehension, of course, but - relief, maybe? relief at having stumbled across someone this patient instead of someone harsher. because she knows the other woman is right: it's only a matter of time before she runs into someone much harsher, much crueler, much more willing to ignore what boundaries may once have existed.

and past that, there's a tiny bit of vindication. because integra is looking at her, and seeing- her.

it's nice, even amidst all this. ]

I guess... I don't, really? [ it'd be easy enough to leave it at that. she doesn't, of course - she keeps talking, the two eyes on her face focused squarely on the floor in front of her. ] I mean, I'm not really sure what I even can do. It's easy to say "just tell them off," or "get away from them," or- or anything like that, but it's not always that easy, you know? Sometimes there's just nothing you can do about it and that's the only option left.

[ she sighs, a large bit of tension easing away from her shoulders. of course there's more options than that. but- she's only one devil. and as strong as the three of them were, she's feeling a lot less than divine alone like this. ]

I guess I could try to find a dominant that doesn't suck? [ and then, as an apologetic afterthought: ] Sorry. That's probably most of them, honestly.