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Iaira's eyes widened in mocking disbelief. 'Oh! You wish to teach her how to be as powerful as you are in order to make her job easier? How sweet of you,' she walked at his front, shooting the girl a hostile glance before she turned her back to her. Iaira shoved Ulysses backwards, towards the ancient-looking stone wall, before she followed with two quick steps. 'How sweet of you to want to give a stranger the means to have us killed. I let you blow our cover. Twice. I joined you in the killing of those Gral. But to Hood if I will let you have me killed because nobody ever bothered to teach caution in the Magi Tower!'
She chose to grasp the chance and ignore his question, rather divert him with her not-all-too-genuine anger. Her rash movements had contributed in concealing the Book further, the flaps of her tunic falling to her sides. Concealed in darkness as she was, the outline would be barely -if not at all- visible.
Iaira raised her gaze to the mask once more, eyes flaring with rage. Her hands shot up to grip the front of his shirt tightly. As she pulled him forwards towards herself, she leaned in, her face so close to his concealed one he'd most likely be able to feel the trickle of her breath. When she spoke, her voice was not louder than a hiss. 'You contradict yourself, Ulysses. You know what I do? How I survived this long with an Empire on my heels? Whenever I knew something bad was going to happen, something horrible, I tracked down the root of it and extirpate it, I cut it down from its stem and leave nothing behind. That's how you stay alive, not by befriending the danger.' She let go of his clothes, opening and closing her fingers as if to grasp the nightly air. 'No matter what they taught in your little Tower, it's all different out here. Out here,' she continued, head cocking towards the small girls' direction, 'There is a threat in every corner. And if you wish to be merciful, well I have news for you. Mercy is outdated.'