@mournus from here
A threat was always interesting. People responded in different ways to a threat: anger, fear, violence. Dramatically, or hardly at all. Sincerely, or with bravado. It told one a great deal about the person, in Zahrosa's opinion, and was a perfectly reasonable way to start a conversation with a person.
Or whatever Sang was.
Whatever she knew of him was vague, pulled from her own experience and assumption, taken from scraps. She did not have much in terms of concrete information, but she would have more - she would learn more, if she had her way. Perhaps she felt something of the soul that had been made part of him, sensed the strangeness of it when she had spent so much time touching souls in her own ways. Perhaps she sensed far more than she was willing to let on.
She smiled, though there was little humour in it. It was a cool, calculated thing. Deliberate.
"Do you find it dull? The idea of being broken? Do you find it boring to contemplate all the ways in which it might be done?" She certainly didn't, by the sounds of things. She regarded him with that cool, monochrome gaze, not exactly harsh in the face of his gentleness, but firm. Sure of herself. Unwilling to back down from this position she has set herself in. "No. It must certainly is not. But we had best take one thing at a time, no?"
