[ Kainé does not flee. Nor, for all her sudden manic fury, does she strike again. She only draws back, pressing herself against the opposite wall and slumping down. She just stares into Anna with those intense gold eyes, boring into her, as if trying to strip away the layers of perceived deception. Much to Kainé's disgust, her body is still aroused, the kind of fevered impulse that wouldn't let her go. It's a kind of agony all its own, and one that had come back with a vengeance in recent days. Before the curse, she hadn't even minded it, but now...

Now it dredges up the shadows of memories and feelings that she'd rather leave buried. The blood of shades. Jeering voices, tearing hands. A ragged tear where something important once fit—

And she's so pale. And the scent of flowers is as strong as ever. For a moment, Anna can hear the far off sound of a bell. How did she think this was ever going to be okay? ]

You dirty goddamn liar. You give a shit about who you see through me. [ A quiet, jagged sob. ] You'd have left me to rot if I didn't look like her.

[ Anna really is the worst. Just wanting a toy to play with, so she could live in the scattered remnants of a happier past. Because Kainé understood that, that desperate clinging to happier memories, never letting go or moving forward, she hates this woman for using that to hurt her. ]

You almost had me fooled.