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Rina (_breakmyself) wrote in light_of_may,

It was not, but Rina ... no, she did not even know what else to think because Darklis was completely and totally right. "In some ways yes, it matters that they understand as much as they can because otherwise they may repeat what was done without even knowing that they're doing it." And that made sense so far as she was concerned. Feeling a twinge of amusement that definitely did not belong to her caused a little frown to crease her brow. "I can feel that," she reminded her cousin. Just in case she had forgotten that she was not the only empathetic one out in the yard that day. "Though a little bit of guilt could come in handy once in awhile if you need to be feeling it because you've done something wrong." Rina was not an angel who believed in wallowing - for anyone other than herself - but she still thought it was good for people to feel that way once in awhile so that they hopefully didn't do whatever it had been again.

Strawberries had been her idea. Because of the field that she and Elin had played in once, before everything had gone wrong. They had both liked them and she had stained her dress because she dropped one that was so ripe its juice had leaked onto the cloth. "Aren't we too old to point fingers in a 'you did it first' way?" But her voice was amused when she said it and she even thought that she could have handled to hold the portrait of her brother again with the way the conversation had turned. Perhaps. Maybe... no. 'No one's going to make you. I bet Darklis is just glad that you didn't tear it apart or throw it away or do something else that would have destroyed it.' Trouble had begun to knead at the cloth covering her legs, giving off that small purr of hers. "Now you know the last time you had one even if it wasn't real. Maybe you should try more foods just to see what you think of them. In the dreaming world." Rina doubted that it would have any sort of an effect on Darklis in the real world since she was a vampire. Did vampire's taste even function in the same way as mortals? Or immortals who didn't need to live off blood. Although when Darklis asked about his face, Rina felt herself shift. So maybe she wasn't really ready to think about what it looked like. "You did not." Because she had not. Twisting she leaned around the tree trunk until she could see the side of her cousin. "I suppose I should thank you for making the portrait of him and not of Var-" Her voice caught in her throat and she couldn't finish. But for all she could recall maybe she hadn't told Darklis that, in most ways and from most view points, Varick had deserved to die when he did. If not sooner.