Kire wondered what was going on in his mind. What kind of woman was the one who wore her face, and what horrors did she commit? Clearly, he had seen this double of hers take part in the carnage. A different kind of guilt welled up inside her. It was easy to picture what she would look like, killing and pillaging. She had done it before. She regretted it every day, and reaped its consequences when her own beloved Capital had been overrun. Really, if he did try to kill her tonight, she couldn’t entirely blame him. 

“I feel like I’m walking into a trap. But that might be paranoia talking,” she said, frowning at the sky as if asking it to just strike down her enemy with fire from the heavens. “This can’t be the only place he’s sullied. Him and his copy of me. My next step is to find their hiding place. They can’t be too far from the city, if you’re worried about them spotting fires, and even if they sensed my presence, if the city had been too far from his current location he wouldn’t have known. But now that I know a little more about his allies, I’m thinking of preparing for that. Unless you can point me to the direction of some sorcerers or alchemists, I might go back home first.” She chewed her lip. “I run the risk of losing the trail again though, if I do.” 

She looked at him; he was avoiding her gaze, she could tell as much. “What will [i]you[/i] do?”