Dec 20, 2012
Avarinde Mournglory looked evenly at Memnoc, and gave a small, tired, sad smile. "I never thought I would say this...perhaps it makes me a monster. But now... I realise that it is a good thing that your child died in my womb. I'm glad it never even had a chance to meet you. Enjoy your power."
A voice echoed in her mind, the once-familiar voice now cold and malevolent.
"You're right. For it would have met the same end that all my bastards share. Death."
Avarinde paused for a moment before resuming her path down the street. She did not even look back.
