It was the usual case for me. Acting as a mediator between the two to prevent any fights from breaking out, or specifically the emotions of their taking over their reason.
I did as was expected of Number Two. A powerless woman whose only strength was her glib tongue, who tried her best to keep this semi-companionship from breaking.
But it would seem uncle's pet was still in an annoyed mood, he couldn't help but comment. "Not everything survived." As he looked at the stupid Knight who was making a tantrum of her own.
It's true as they say, you see a different side of people when they are powerless. Only those who can maintain their mentality in any situation are the true masters of their bodies. It's probably what made her different from me. She had not known adversity. She never understood weakness since gaining it through her blood. Making her inexperienced when she eventually lost it all.
'So pathetic.'
