The lengths that she was willing to consider going for revenge when scorned or stolen from used to genuinely alarm her acquaintances - and burned more bridges in that life than she built. Of course, that was mostly because the ancient cultivator lived her gray moralled life attracted to the side of 'good' behaving people where possible.
Yet, while the silent promise she remade just then - and the clearer declarations she once wrote on paper for the quietly listening Yecine - probably wouldn't be looked at any more *kindly* by those who once knew her, it mattered little. Nothing mattered more to her this time than the safety and longevity of the one she loved.
'This is hardly a new idea, but for all my memory… I cannot recall feeling *this* strongly about it.'
