[Thank god, and some of the tension eases out of her. Not all of it, no, but-- god, thank god, and Rosalind has to duck her head and focus on the pie for a moment, her fingers clenching and loosening, til she can get control of her expression once more.
And as she stares at nothing, she wonders at that confession. She'd known little of Makai, yes, but from the way he'd spoken of it before, she hadn't thought them some kind of-- of oppressed population. God, the way he'd spoken of Youko, he'd made it sound as though he was some kind of king, swaggering around, too powerful to ever be contained.]
Are you all so hated?
[Certainly the word demon doesn't bring much good to mind. But her world is entirely separate from his, and anyway, demons don't exist at all in her home. She'd assumed the rules were vastly different.]
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And as she stares at nothing, she wonders at that confession. She'd known little of Makai, yes, but from the way he'd spoken of it before, she hadn't thought them some kind of-- of oppressed population. God, the way he'd spoken of Youko, he'd made it sound as though he was some kind of king, swaggering around, too powerful to ever be contained.]
Are you all so hated?
[Certainly the word demon doesn't bring much good to mind. But her world is entirely separate from his, and anyway, demons don't exist at all in her home. She'd assumed the rules were vastly different.]