For the first time in what felt like years, Ted did not know what to say.
Did he love her? Did he truly consider her a friend? No. But did he want her? Yes, because she was just his type. Practical and murderous, and malleable, too, the kind of a person who could transform herself into anything he needed her to become. She was desirable, beautiful, she had so few flaws and so many strengths, but Ted just could not let her get close to him.
"I want her, because she is useful." The high cor shook his head. "But her affection for me makes her weak. Empathy is weakness."
"Then you have learned NOTHING from her. What has she learned from you? She clings onto a newer, better prospect…she is like a hound…NOTHING. She is nothing, and she has no ambitions of her own."
The cult leader laughed. Sure, he was being a bit rude right now, but it was amusing that anyone supposed that he cared about Eknie's personal development.
"It's not…"
