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[Beatrice]

		"Hm..." Beatrice about half-agreed with Inessa, which was difficult for her to negotiate in her head. She would love to grasp her sister by the hands and profess her genius for her attitude toward a lot of the Grimleal. "That's similar to how I've felt about the Grimleal for some time," Beatrice hushed her voice to a whisper, as if there was someone nearby to overhear her, though she knew full well that it wasn't the case. "but I daren't even hint such thoughts to Maeve." Of course Beatrice was doing everything in her power to support her sister in these difficult times. "She's doing her best, of course!" As if to prove herself against her own thoughts, Beatrice returned to her impassioned tone and posturing in praising her sister. "There's nothing in being a Grimleal, by merit of that alone, that I oppose. It's those that wish to revive Grima--to bring upon our land destruction, chaos, strife, grief," It was difficult for her to think about--not only because she couldn't imagine what type of person would want to do something so dastardly, "If war is the only way of ridding our country of the political influence of these villains--I abhor the thought, but I won't hesitate." The mild Grimleal, the ones that didn't seriously consider the dragon's resurrection as something good for their country and the world--those are the kinds of Grimleal that Beatrice wanted to meet. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to have loud voices. "One day," Beatrice closed her eyes, smiled, and folded her hands over her chest, "this will be behind us, Ascher will come back to us, and we'll be a family again." Beyond release from Grima, beyond safe voyage through the war, even beyond her role as a princess of her country, that was what Beatrice wanted most, in the end.
TAGGED:	Inessa
YOU WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE KNIFE AND I PREPARED TO DIE YOUR BLADE IT SHINES LOOK ME STRAIGHT IN THE EYE YOU TURNED THE GAS ON HIGH HELD THE FLAME ALIGHT YOU WONDER WHY I'M SCARED OF FIRE

[Inessa]

Beatrice

LET IT ALL BURN! I WILL BURN FIRST. GOD I'VE TRIED, AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? JUST LET ME BURN! IT'S WHAT I DESERVE. GOD I'VE LIED, AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? Beatrice had a shallow view of the Grimleal. It was natural, of course - even Inessa thought badly of them, until they accepted her with open arms. For a moment or three, Inessa hoped to turn Beatrice against her sister, but it seemed that Beatrice was too much of an optimist to really stick with one, negative opinion of her sister, even if she had doubts. And while Inessa was a liar through and through, she knew little as far as manipulating others went. Someone with more experience might hope to prey on and expand that seed of doubt into a full on motive to kill, but to Inessa, Beatrice was just a dead end. A dead end that occasionally made her feel horrible about herself without meaning to, but a dead end nonetheless. Inessa refrained comment on the mention of 'villians', stayed with her lips pressed tightly together even as Beatrice smiled, folding her hands over her chest, and spoke of her blissful dream - of being reunited with Ascher. "...That would be great." Inessa forced herself to smile. But somehow, the words resounded a little emptily, and her expression fell. And then, once again, she was at a loss of what to say. Beatrice wanted her family back together, that's all she ever wanted. But to Inessa, these people weren't her family. The Grimleal were, they always would be - and despite her guilt, despite her desire to see Ascher again, if that meant going back to the life she had before everything happened... then, no. She didn't want that, after all. But she needed to pretend, didn't she? For the sake of this painful conversation with her sister. "What do you think we'll do first?" She asked, nicely. "I mean... together. As a family, again." "text"

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