(God she hates very much the way he words that: erased, like she wiped Lup right out of existence instead of simply from memory. Like she had a hand in her death. These are still things that Lucretia tortures herself over late at night when she is tired and doubting.
She sighs, and redoubles her grip on the staff, praying for patience.)
Of course not, (she says, quiet and bitter,) I don't expect anything of the sort from you, Taako- but you're better than low blows.
t taako please
She sighs, and redoubles her grip on the staff, praying for patience.)
Of course not, (she says, quiet and bitter,) I don't expect anything of the sort from you, Taako- but you're better than low blows.