"I do not weep, my lord. I yield."
He raised the blade. And his heart seized. reincarnated in submission
"I don't need a sword," I said. And I smiled—a smile that belonged to Seris, to the three dead women before her, to the cold weight of the Axis turning in my chest. "I only need to serve." "I do not weep, my lord
"Liar." His hand closed around a dagger. "The augurs warned me. A child of the Old Covenant. They said you would unmake me." "I do not weep
"You," he said, voice like grinding stone. "The augurs said I would find a child who does not weep."