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[ Don't say her name. Don't say her name. Don't —

There's a slight pause before he responds again. ]

It's not just her. I can't feel Dominicus. I can't feel all the sleeping souls in the River. I don't have the power to know every life even in this spit of land.

[Did this mean the exhaustion she noted on John from time to time wasn't just from overfucking himself? Interesting...]

Were you ever planning on telling me that she's a Resurrection Beast? Like, I understand not wanting to tell me, but every other lyctor you've had before me either died fighting for you or gave you the double-bird for lying to them. I know you don't want me to be all you have, but since Harrow shat the bed regarding her lyctorhood, I am all you have.

You're right.

She isn't properly a res beast, and our bond isn't quite the same as lyctorhood. I took the soul of a planet, consumed as much as I could, and shaped the rest into a person using my own flesh. She has enough of me in her to pass as human. I hold enough of her to be divine. But she has the revenant madness in her - it used to scare the others and they never understood why.

Mercy and Augustine thought I kept the secrets of true lyctorhood from them because we have each other's eyes, but what I did isn't replicable. Lyctorhood was just the bandaid solution to their mortality we came up with.

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How could they not figure it out? You Resurrected nine planets. Each had a soul. You all only ever talked about eight RBs. It always seemed off to me, but I didn't have enough information to go on and then Number Seven showed up and you all ignored Harrow and me. And then on New Rho, she was controlling Harrow's body. I didn't realize it until she fucking screamed at me and it made my real body, light years away, throw up. I had all the pieces before me, and was putting them together but then we ended up here. And I had to hear about it from Danny. Please give me a good reason why you told him before me. House I'm willing to excuse, but Danny? No.

Fair enough.

It wasn't exactly a shared confidence of love and trust. I lost my mind in the castle for a while. He took the brunt of that, both during and after.

[ Opened his mouth like a baby bird and asked John to spit every vile thing he'd ever done in there. ]

I'm not sure what House knows — the dreams spanned a lot of time and a lot of information and I'm not sure he consciously remembers all of it, even if he's started practicing with a sword.

[That... actually felt like the truth. Or enough of the truth that Ianthe would accept it. After all, she skirted truth just as much as John did. It soothed her stung pride regarding Danny enough to accept it.]

House made the mistake of calling me Sister. I made it very clear to him that he is never to call me that again. I will slit his throat if he does. He has no right to that, John. I don't care if you actually love him or if he's still just filling the Augustine-shaped hole inside of you. That is a line I will not allow him to cross without retribution again.

He just like to push your buttons.

[ The kind of thing he said to Mercy about Augustine many, many times. ]

I'd really like it if you got along. I've never — he's not just a rebound. But I'll talk to him and make that doubly clear.

[And Ianthe liked to push House's. The two were too much alike to get along.]

You don't need to police us. I set a firm boundary. It's his choice whether to respect it or not. We have moments of being able to deal with each other, but that may be the best you're going to get.

I'm used to that.

Let me know if you need a hand with Cesare. Not that I think you incapable, but you have a good reputation here.

Danny and I have been talking. I'm more interested in reinforcing his fear of me, and I don't need to raise a hand against him for that. Which is for the best since I have my hands tied by Gilia regarding him. It's fucking annoying.

Precisely what I mean. If you need him out of your hair for a month in a way that doesn't implicate you, let me know, we'll figure something out.

I'll consider it. Can you just turn him off? Like we bury him out in the woods in an induced coma with the requisite necromantic sustenance to keep him alive.

[Would that be too cruel to Gilia, or would his death upset her more? Danny intends on seeing to that, but-- Ugh, why did she have to possess feelings?]

I could put him in stasis, but I don't think I could make it self-perpetuating, not without some specific chemicals I can't synthesize. But anything too necromantic implicates you.

I could ask someone I know who likes murder to put him on their list.

[ Unaware that Ianthe has already done exactly that... ]

True, true. Maybe he'll just disappear. That would make everything easier. I've already talked to your mouser about my rat problem. I can be patient, though Cesare might force my hand later this month if he causes a scene at the party I'm throwing for Gilia.

Yeah, if he keeps talking to Junpei the way he did I might have to have a chat regardless.

Gilia seems like she could handle herself. Father-Sea isn't all that different from what Alecto is.

Pacifist though she may be, I'm positive the Sea-Father will protect her if her life is in actual danger. I'm putting trust in Gilia and peer pressure to keep Cesare in check at my party, but if he violates my hospitality in my own house, I might just rip his spine out. Otherwise, I'm going to enjoy way too much having him be just another bull in the pen.

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