<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">She gritted her teeth, glaring up at him from her uncomfortable position. She knew how this was going to go, even if she’d left before he started cutting. She refused to give him the satisfaction of speaking, or even making a noise. He was a bastard of a man, and she was ashamed to have called him friend. There were few true friends within Dimir, everyone out to get whatever they could for themselves. Friendships were more often mutual exploitation of eachothers resources and skills, but Illian… she’d foolishly overlooked his darker side in favor of… this misguided notion of friendship.</span>