"Do you remember my sister begging for you to stop?" Eranelle asked, looking down without passion at the writhing form of her former master. Blood soaked his emerald robe and pooled about him, inky and red. "Do you remember what her body felt like? I do. You made me dissolve it in acid, remember? I couldn't eat for days. Oh, I still worked, of course." His hand, reaching out for her, neared her knee, and she carelessly beat it away.
"Don't worry, Shanath. I shan't forget you." He rasped wordlessly. Blood had probably filled his lungs by now. Eranelle's green eyes stared down at the pathetic scholar, devoid of any pity. The man had robbed her of her childhood and her sister. And now she had robbed him of his life.
"I want something to remember you by, and I think I know just the thing..." She pulled out the dagger she'd pilfered from the Morag Tong agent and continued her bloody work. It was an end and a beginning dyed in blood.
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