[Near tears, perhaps a defeated sob. This is something she never wanted to admit aloud.] “I don’t know why mother bothers. I’m not aggressive, I’m not driven like she is, and I can’t bring myself to think the way she does about dominance and individuality. Once I become empress, I will not adopt her vices. I will lead by my own principles.”

[Thoughtful, yet serious.] "No, we won't do that. Let's think about it this way: yes, this is essentially confirmation that father had...uh, well, louche complicity with a Lamia. B-but don't think crudely! That means Arista's our sister through father, our kin, and we can't abandon our kin; it's dishonorable and demoralizing. [To said Arista, kindly.] You've made it very clear in the past few weeks that you pose no threat to us, you have a very good heart. Raziel and I will keep your secret, you needn't worry. To be honest, I don't care who or what you are, I'm glad we're sisters. You have our full and honest support."

[Angry.] "No, no! I won't listen to you, you aren't in charge! I don't prefer pulling my rank into an argument, but I am your archduchess and - therefore - your future ruler, so when my parents are not present, you are to take orders from me. I only have one order and you shall abide by it: you will /not/, I repeat, /not/ call the soldiers into the field. Not yet. Head of the council or not, I will have you waterboarded if you pull shit like this again."