The priestess was not the first the rogue had deceived. She, who considered herself so far above the foibles and foolishness of others, had fallen into the same trap as - how many? Numerous, she supposed.
She had hated her enemies. She had turned quickly from love to hate; they were so close anyway, in her. But she'd never hated the world she lived in or wanted its end. She didn't even understand the depth of that anger, whatever she might claim and whatever she might do to try to prove what she called strength.
He had changed his mind about that, too, he claimed. It all sounded sincere. It even sounded plausible. But she'd been fooled once. She let the words hang in the air, she gave no indication of whether they were believed, but they were an answer. And if there was any sincerity in those words, he would soon prove it by his actions. She would be watching to see what he did. She wasn't fooling herself into believing he wouldn't have a chance of escape instead.
There might be no one else in the world she'd have given even that much opportunity to.
"Release him," she told John. They were losing valuable time - her own fault, and she inwardly berated herself for the indulgence. "Let him go."
"Rogue. We'll meet as planned." She didn't even speak his name, now. She barely looked at him, as if they were already finished with each other. Her expression was distant, cold.
As soon as he left, she would be making her plans with the knight. They would be prepared for the possibility of the rogue's next betrayal. And one way or another, they would regain Cortana and complete their goals. That was what she should think about now.
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She had hated her enemies. She had turned quickly from love to hate; they were so close anyway, in her. But she'd never hated the world she lived in or wanted its end. She didn't even understand the depth of that anger, whatever she might claim and whatever she might do to try to prove what she called strength.
He had changed his mind about that, too, he claimed. It all sounded sincere. It even sounded plausible. But she'd been fooled once. She let the words hang in the air, she gave no indication of whether they were believed, but they were an answer. And if there was any sincerity in those words, he would soon prove it by his actions. She would be watching to see what he did. She wasn't fooling herself into believing he wouldn't have a chance of escape instead.
There might be no one else in the world she'd have given even that much opportunity to.
"Release him," she told John. They were losing valuable time - her own fault, and she inwardly berated herself for the indulgence. "Let him go."
"Rogue. We'll meet as planned." She didn't even speak his name, now. She barely looked at him, as if they were already finished with each other. Her expression was distant, cold.
As soon as he left, she would be making her plans with the knight. They would be prepared for the possibility of the rogue's next betrayal. And one way or another, they would regain Cortana and complete their goals. That was what she should think about now.