[ Prudence laughs, a surprisingly bright and chipper sound. ]
If you really believe that, Sabrina... [ Her expression is one of mock pity. ] Then you're even more foolish than I thought. Not even the Dark Lord can protect you now.
[ She hasn't been here long, no, but growing up in the Church of Night has given Prudence useful, if pragmatic, perspective on this sort of society. Mutual arrangements don't exist between the elite and the lowly; the lords and peons; the predator and prey. They just don't-- they aren't built to last.
You're not alone here, Sabrina says, and it nearly makes Prudence want to slap her. Alliances yes, but she still has no loved ones here the way Sabrina does; what Nick and Ambrose are to her is not what they are to Prudence. Still, though, she's listening. ]
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If you really believe that, Sabrina... [ Her expression is one of mock pity. ] Then you're even more foolish than I thought. Not even the Dark Lord can protect you now.
[ She hasn't been here long, no, but growing up in the Church of Night has given Prudence useful, if pragmatic, perspective on this sort of society. Mutual arrangements don't exist between the elite and the lowly; the lords and peons; the predator and prey. They just don't-- they aren't built to last.
You're not alone here, Sabrina says, and it nearly makes Prudence want to slap her. Alliances yes, but she still has no loved ones here the way Sabrina does; what Nick and Ambrose are to her is not what they are to Prudence. Still, though, she's listening. ]
What do you suggest?