[A part of her crumbles at seeing someone so dear to her twist up in so much pain, at being the cause of so much hurt, but the rest of her refuses to yield and so she still stands flawlessly, holding herself up coldly, proudly, without mercy. It's been a long time since she's had to do so to this extent, but of course she still knows how to kill her heart.
He cut her first. And bleeding out are pettiness and anger, and no amount of affection is going stem it at the moment]
For you as well...this is what it takes to finally give an order? I knew you did not desire this arrangement to begin with, but after time I believed we had reached a partnership of sorts. That was mistaken; it still remained a hindrance to you, whether because it inconvenienced your allies, or it prohibited more.
Then, now is the opportunity to remove such a thorn from your side. I would no longer mind if you chose to dissolve our contract here, Master.
[Graceful even in the midst of a temper, she makes a sharp turn on her heel and is up the stairs almost as quickly as she had come down them earlier, in a blur of black and leaving both a hint of chill wind and even colder words lingering behind-- words final enough that the thread between them seems frayed down already, enough that should he even consider the proposal for but a moment, the binding seals engraved on his hand will certainly dim]