[h3][color=orchid]Andras[/color][/h3]
Andras lightly laughed to herself at William's line of hope. "[b][color=orchid]Hope and despair are two sides of the same coin. Evil's despair is Good's hope, is it not?[/color][/b]" Andras beamed, feeling as though she had regained her mojo at delivering good lines.

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Andras winced as Mother Ascot applied the disinfectant to her skinned knee. "[b][color=orchid]I-I can handle my wounds on my own, you don't need to do it yourself...[/color][/b]" She felt like she was a child again, being treated by her mom. Andras admired the spinning blades as Gilgamesha continued, regardless of Andras's protest.

Then Mother Ascot said that she might make Vernon jealous. A bead of sweat rolled down Andras's face. '[color=mediumorchid]Oh no. Would he have me shot? He apparently can have that set up within the span of a single phone call. He wouldn't do that, would he?[/color]' Briefly considering Vernon's temperament, Andras's face drained of color. 

"[b][color=orchid]...I'm done for, aren't I?[/color][/b]" Andras said out loud, with a quiet tinge of terror in her voice.