"Early on, we could have." Safrin replied with a tense nod. "But..the kindness of Mort can be a double-edged blade." She said coldly. "Before that could happen she grew strong. She captured the souls of those she made, holding them prisoner in their ascended bodies. Neither Mort nor Vi could simply—" Safrin repeated the bug-squishing gesture, "—without losing all of those souls."
With a snarl on her perfectly painted lips, she shrugged. "And so here we are. In part two of this not-war."
With a snarl on her perfectly painted lips, she shrugged. "And so here we are. In part two of this not-war."
SAFRIN