[Like him, Benedikta is itching for a bit of violence. The way these girls—if they can even be called that—are throwing themselves at Alhaitham make her sick to her stomach that it's hard to watch. Not just for him, though she certainly does feel no shortage of pity for the poor man, but because if that alchemist had any decorum or even a proper conscience, he would not have done this at all.
This is no way for a woman to live, and it leaves a bad taste in her mouth like bile as she watches it all.
Violence will come, and she will be sure to put these girls out of their misery... once they have something—anything that they came for.
"Will you please come with us?"
Hardly waiting for him to answer before they are dragging him away, and Benedikta gives him a not-so-subtle nod to let him know that she will be right behind them.]
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This is no way for a woman to live, and it leaves a bad taste in her mouth like bile as she watches it all.
Violence will come, and she will be sure to put these girls out of their misery... once they have something—anything that they came for.
"Will you please come with us?"
Hardly waiting for him to answer before they are dragging him away, and Benedikta gives him a not-so-subtle nod to let him know that she will be right behind them.]