( Emilia briefly contemplates hitting the man with a sleeping spell to make their task easier, but the thought makes her queasy. She still believes having power doesn't give someone the right to abuse it. But she's leaned heavily on certain spells since their arrival in Taravast, in ways she'd have never dared before.
Not on mortals. A viperidae, a water dragon, demons with unimaginable power — these are mortals who stand no chance. Except there was Francesco, wasn't there? And there was Antonio; learning of his betrayal, of the violence he'd exacted on her sister, had made her see red until she almost murdered him.
She still wants to.
In the end, these deliberations will matter very little. When she and Wrath make their way to the courtyard, they'll find Alvize swaying so dramatically that he seems to be a wind's breath away from dropping to the floor unconscious. )
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Not on mortals. A viperidae, a water dragon, demons with unimaginable power — these are mortals who stand no chance. Except there was Francesco, wasn't there? And there was Antonio; learning of his betrayal, of the violence he'd exacted on her sister, had made her see red until she almost murdered him.
She still wants to.
In the end, these deliberations will matter very little. When she and Wrath make their way to the courtyard, they'll find Alvize swaying so dramatically that he seems to be a wind's breath away from dropping to the floor unconscious. )