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So he had chosen to question her motivations. Luke Schwarz would not be the first to do so, nor was he likely to be the last. Another seeking insight into what drove her every action, what controlled the inner workings of her mind. If he was so eager to know, then she would allow him the privilege of being illuminated. The question was not particularly a difficult one to answer, after all, nor was the subject matter of great enough import that she needed to keep her answer guarded. It was logical as well that one would pursue an inquiry into the meaning behind another hunter's decisions; it could influence how one chose to interact with the other.

Luke Schwarz was a person of decent interest and a reasonably inoffensive conversation partner.

There was no difficulty in sparing him such insignificant information.

"[color=66cd00][url=https://youtu.be/MYBjl-ae7kM]Power.[/url][/color]"

That was what she wanted, no, [i][b]needed[/b][/i]. She relished in the satisfaction of having power, of being able to triumph over those who were insolent enough to dare impede her way. Power to stand at the summit of the world, to show the unwashed masses how inferior they truly were to she who was Gratia Mindaro. Power was to have control, to be subject to [i][b]nobody's[/b][/i] will but God and God's alone.

Wealth was but one aspect of that power she so desired. It was a means to apply it amongst society, a currency to ensure the cooperation of other humans. It brought both respect and admiration, but also fear and envy. Yet what it truly represented was security. To have money was to be free of irksome creditors constantly knocking on one's door. It was to wake up every day in the understanding that all of one's possessions could be maintained in perfect condition. It was to have the freedom of choice, to live in a world where there were an infinite number of doors that could be opened.

She would have stability. Certainty. To have the power to rid the bullshit that plagued her family.

To be powerful was to be rich, to be knowledgeable, to be strong.

And to be so was to break free of the shackles that had been unjustly placed upon her. To impart her superiority onto the world and her lessers. That was the path she had chosen for herself, and there was no fucking way that anybody or anything was going to stop her before she achieved her victory. This was a fact that she would ordain in the stars with her own bare hands.

Her onyx eyes stared intensely into Luke's, penetrating into him with imperceptibly cold vigour.

A lopsided smile slowly appeared across her face. It was eerie, almost animalistic in the purity of the emotions it seemed to convey. Amusement? Satisfaction? A declaration of fact. A declaration of the motivation that Luke sought from her.

"[color=66cd00]tHAt'S why I'm here.[/color]"

In the tempest of wills that suffocated this tragic, broken world, Gratia Mindaro's would be supreme.