
“Certainly not my ills, bitch~!”
“Mmmmm.” She was vain and proud, and this was so much fun. She wrapped both hands around her double’s neck, “Soichiro is dead, Satsuki is hanging from the roof of her own cage and Ryuko will be coming home to her mother soon enough. I have my own set. I don’t need yours.”
“It has been awfully fun playing, however. Would you like to see a trick?”

The woman instantly pushed the other woman away, keeping one hand at her neck in an attempt to defend herself from further attacks. The sheer rage in her was slowly leveling itself out, yet it didn’t help that she wasn’t getting any cooler.
“Sorry. I have no time for tricks.”
"We’re not the same….we’re not, we’re not!” She was frantic. Her face was a perfect portrait of frantic denial, of fear,...
“Exactly what I thought you would.” Ragyo touched a hand to her double’s face, caressed her cheek, “The same thing that...