“Betrayal when his help was most needed,” Integral commented icily; there was not even a shred of mercy in her venomous voice or pity in her darkened gaze. “I can’t forgive anyone who betrays me. That is the line I draw.” She gave a pause, remembering Anderson going against Maxwell’s orders and providing her of aid when everything went to hell and London became the Capital of the death. “Fortunately, his subordinates had the honour and decency he lacked and they kept their word.” Her frown turned into a humourless smile. “That is an old story; I don’t need to worry about him any longer.”
Her attention returned to the subject that truly interested her: her loathed enemies. Those self-proclaimed higher powers. “Never? Hm. I wonder what would take for them to visit us,” she speculated, placing a thumb on her bottom lip. “Perhaps if one day they were to lose their followers and apostles in the entirety… With that, I mean they realise they shouldn’t play their game. Surely the irritation is shared by many,” she pointed out, glancing at him. It was clear this man didn’t enjoy to serve under them. Why did he keep doing that? Why tortured himself with a life where he had to struggle so much? Integra didn’t understand his reasons, but it looked like a pity he wasted himself in that law firm.
“Perhaps that is the point,” Integral disagreed. “What if all that we are told about was a lie? How are we certain of their true goals? What if these two supposed opposite bands are in this together? Have they ever fought against each other that wasn’t by third parties?” She gave a pause, growing even angrier with the idea. “What if they can’t come here, not until they accumulate power and that source of energy is the chaos the people involved are reaping in their confusion?”
Why those supposedly powerful beings would focus on Los Angeles out all places? It made absolutely no sense.