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If she wouldn't mind anybody taking gubernatorial status over Inferni other than her father, whom she wished would never have to be replaced until he passed on, she would choose a man like Kharma. He seemed self-assured, beating her out at least a hundred times over. Her confidence existed in the limp hand of a man who was six feet under with a stone marking his place, and that man was packed in clay. She knew what Rachias had done, and she respected her aunt for it, but it didn't make it anymore puzzling. The Tears de Ame had known her brother's crimes, but still she had yearned to save him. Still she had blamed them all for killing him, when he was already dead from the start. She didn't try to get it, but she would have liked to know how one could still love someone as twisted as Andrezej had been.
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If she wouldn't mind anybody taking gubernatorial status over Inferni other than her father, whom she wished would never have to be replaced until he passed on, she would choose a man like Kharma. He seemed self-assured, beating her out at least a hundred times over. Her confidence existed in the limp hand of a man who was six feet under with a stone marking his place, and that man was packed in clay. She knew what Rachias had done, and she respected her aunt for it, but it didn't make it anymore puzzling. The Tears de Ame had known her brother's crimes, but still she had yearned to save him. Still she had blamed them all for killing him, when he was already dead from the start. She didn't try to get it, but she would have liked to know how one could still love someone as twisted as Andrezej had been.
Some other stuff happened, she admitted. Why was it so easy to say that now? A few days ago, when the figure from her nightmares still breathed, she had been hard pressed to talk about any of it. Perhaps she had had an inner fear that the more she spoke of it, the sooner he would come for her. Now that he had, and had failed in his mission, she guessed it didn't matter as much anymore. She still didn't want to admit what it was that Andre had done, specifically, but she could still say he had done something with little trouble.