“YOUR JOB HERE IS DONE,” he sneered, a resentful snap of his tongue, acrimonious, as if she had entered the cell of a wounded animal, rather than that of a murderous man ( draw in the distinction, Naomi Misora ).
“YOU NO LONGER have any jurisdiction in regards to what happens to me. The fact that you should even know of that House is grounds for your murder, don’t you know?”
PERHAPS IN ANOTHER setting, his tone would be almost playful, teasing in its childish threat ( ‘i’ll kill you’ is rarely a threat to a woman like her, he thinks ). But his voice was tired, as if it hurt to speak, & his spiteful words hung heavy in its gravity; vexation brought forth merely from her presence before him rather than the thought of her evident demise.
“& NO ONE WOULD notice if you disappeared."
( @nacml. )
