private voice;
[ Elizabeth seemingly went through mindless tasks, the phone put aside. She needs to keep moving, it's how she thinks best and always has. Instead she takes up a letter and her pen knife, carefully slicing the edge of the letter open. What comes out of it isn't a letter however, just a token of something that she fiddles with. ]
Blood is owed blood, you know that as well as I do. What he's done is, especially unforgivable.
[ The token, a gold thing, is flipped about in her fingers, spun on it's edge on the table desk as she thinks. Fingers over her lips, and the hum she emits is soft. ]
Dying would serve no purpose, not if the System brought him here, and if he is as clever as you say he is... [ Her hands rubbed over the back of her neck, followed by a soft groan. ] May I speak to him? I may have the luck you didn't. [ Because she could only imagine he spoke high of goodness. If this man was as vicious as they said... ]