Always mine. Forever.
The silver lynx I rescued will ever remember to whom she's indebted, no matter where it's head rests. Your heart will always be with me, no matter what lie you seek to tell yourself.
Remember that.
Ah, then one more thing; should she find herself on 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ'𝑠 𝐷𝑜𝑜𝑟, she'll find no portal to his safe haven, lest she desires to bequeath him her last moments before bleeding out on his floor.
A cherry on top for the soul she's already given up.
Cheers.
Well. She can consider all her funds revoked. All access to his network, 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙, until such time she comes to her senses.
He'll look forward to her groveling when all the finery he provides for, has her down to the shabby street urchin he'd given 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.
Except she /has/.
Every response she's uttered has been an expectation in acceptance. Unless of course, she's merely trying to flex her will, which is the expectation that another will bow to it.
She'll find no such respect here.
Good /day/, madam.
He's right. She doesn't embody sin.
She is patience, Fidelity, compassion and love. She's is also quite a bit more. Terrifying to some.
So, he's saying that her lack of sin means she deserves no time to state an opinion? Or to speak to him at all?
It isn't about the action or history of a sin, but the embodiment of it.
She embodies patience, fidelity. /Virtues/. For a virtue to slip up on the odd occasion, or even long bouts, is hardly feed enough for those at the pinnacle of the Sins themselves.
When did her sins come into the equation and when did she spout out virtue or creed as gospel? She's pretty sure he's reaching.
She's allowed an opinion.
Her sins are hardly weight enough to make her opinion matter on the subject. The virtuous will always spout their creed and opinion as gospel. He has no use for it.