" i suppose you will be proved, eventually. time and the mind are a fickle thing, isn't that right? "
sinister sat with one leg crossed over the other and a glass held between middle and ring finger, slightly tipped towards righteous. the visage if rebecca clear, even with the denial of such an identity. it did make the geneticist wonder--if her genes were analyzed, who would she resemble more? the husband she hated, the one that caused the horrors of sinister.
" at least i have the self confidence not to cover my face. "
he hummed, a sip of wine dripping down his throat. inhuman eyes narrowed and he tilted his head up somewhat.
" does the alcohol still effect you, darling? "
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