Oh, you never know. I've heard so many stories in my time and you would never believe how they'd end. What wild things they'd claim.

[ It's entirely possible this is an elaborate fever dream, or a cortical implant gone haywire. The Commander's been rumored to do things like that, with special projects or especially hated enemies. Senka hadn't counted herself among that number, but things change. The rules, the alliances, the debts. The only people she trusts in the wide, evil universe are her brothers, and they aren't at her side.

Caution is God, in that case. Caution, and potentially brutality if she means to avoid a second death. The first was painful, if indeed it happened, and she doesn't like the idea of repeating it.

She gives him a vague smile, flicking at the peacock feather. ]

With persistence, of course. I couldn't hope to match those shoes, but perhaps I'll come close.