Can a soul itch ?‘Cause she swears hers is just itching to teach those namby pamby girls a lesson. Not with words, of course, nor with fists. With wit. Something clever as Athena’s wisdom. Something cunning as Loki’s tricks.
❛ Well then, what do you suppose we do ? ❜ There’s that edge of impatience in her tone, a cutting touch of, ( We gotta do something about it today ! ) .
❛ Would if I could … have those girls actually feel what it’s like to be hurt. They’re so unsympathetic. Unable to empathize with the world around them ‘cause all they know is that they’re the center of the universe. ❜ Stella rolls her eyes, flicks her hair over her shoulder dramatically like, ( They are so not the center of the universe ) .
While Stella’s need to intervene is not one that Saima feels all that often and frankly, it gets under their skin a little bit. Like it really, really can’t always be our business. “Hm. I’d say time usually knocks them out of their position but I can’t guarantee even that would work for some people.” They think for a moment.
“I do suppose that the woman could always use some especially generous customers. Heck, I’d probably not be opposed to just making sure the woman get a real treat out of this whole affair. As for the girls…, I do have something up my sleeves that could be useful.“ While they didn’t particularly like doing so, Saima did have a way of subtly influencing the ways people thought – really getting an illusion in their heads through tales that come way too close to home. They weren’t opposed to sending a solid trick into the girls’ minds to throw them offguard.
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