Siliana stood motionless. She didn't move an inch at my command.
Angry… that's what I thought she was.
But rather…
"Please tell me how you wish me to execute her." She knelt down on one knee like a knight and took out her kitchen knife from inside her bust. Her gown gently arranged itself on the bottom, as she moved in a planned, obedient, experienced way.
"It's my training." One of the Rosalinds, didn't see which, chuckled.
"Stand up." I took an U-turn from Diana and returned to Siliana.
Indecisive, immature, illicit. Is that what I am?
Nah, I just like to fuck around for no reason.
"You asked me a question, remember?" I held Siliana's hand and made her stand up, but this time all of my eyes were only on her. "I feel I have an answer now."
"Stop…" Siliana covered my mouth with her hands and looked away. "Please not now…"
[Siliana: Who am I to you…?]
[Siliana: Am I burden for you…?]
