safrin
"So long as you've aligned yourself with Ludo, my goodwill will always be a bit of a reach." Safrin said, her words brightly honest. "Why you've chosen that path is entirely beyond me. Your shifts are creatures of life and strength, your pursuits are of love and music and knowledge. Even your hair is the wrong colour for that ball of rags." She added, frowning a touch. "I take it you saw what he did to his newest plaything, Remi. Stripped him down. Took away all the pretty pieces of him, and now he's just a weapon." With a sweet smile, Safrin turned her head. "Is that what you want Jigano? To have all the qualities of yourself you've worked so hard to hone and forge, be whittled away to suit the whims of a bundle of cloth?"
