[ Something dangerous flashes in her sea of simpering, eyes flashing red and crazed, heart pupils narrowing into thin, horizontal slits. For a moment her sweet voice distorts. ]

Whatever I want?

[ It would take more normally to rouse her anger. A rise to godhood should have seen her more volatile behaviours become more erratic and unstable and yet she has stayed remarkably level headed.

But maybe she's spent too long trying to be a balance between Sidus and Sylvain that she was becoming uncomfortable trying to play a part that neither of her partners seemed to appreciate. Mediator. Peacekeeper. Defender of both of them against the other even if she was beginning to think they didn't deserve it. A little voice whispers, maybe if they were being selfish, she should too.

She takes a step towards him, arms unfolding from her chest. ]

What I want is for you two to make up. Instead you've sent him to the top of a mountain while you pretend you aren't sulking. I'm tired of playing messenger between you two. This isn't what this partnership is meant to look like.

[ This isn't what love was meant to be. ]