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Leila lifts her head. "Almost done here. I'll finish up and get these put in," she calls back, then turns back to her board. She finishes checking, marking only Artimes as "mild damage."
She stops mid-stride as she leaves. "My favorite color is pink," she calls over her shoulder. "I would have thought the hair gave it away, but I guess that was too hard to gather. My mistake. I overestimated how much you cared. I'll make sure to not make the same mistake twice."
Leila scoffs at Artimes, but her fake smile fades at Ivy's words. "Wow. You were utterly wrong in almost all of that," she says, seeming disappointed. "I specialize in water-based plants, not vines. They're simply more convenient. I only did the puzzles because I felt so awkward turning down your card games. And as for you and Jacob, what does that have to do with me? Why did you include that as part of something you felt was important to the core of my being?" she asks. Leila turns her head, and the flower wilts and crumbles. "I really was just a side character, huh?" She shakes herself out of it and slips back on the professional mask. "Well, no longer. Here, I am important. Here, I am trusted." She moves to the next cell. "Charlie Rossi. Little damage."
wow i'm kinda not liking leila right now, but this is also really cool. I like the self-righteousness paired with such a deep betrayal because it's interesting to think about
She gives Charlie an empty smile. "Be quiet. Your father has been a guiding force for me, and you dishonor him by siding with these people."
A single candytuft flower blooms in front of Ivy. "You were kind to me, and for that, I thank you. However, do any of you anything about me? Do you even know my favorite color? Go ahead. I'm waiting."
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Max finally stands and stumbles back into the corner of the cell, where she sits, curled into a ball.
Leila doesn't deign to turn toward Artimes when she snorts at her outburst. "Really imaginative, calling me that. Especially considering that you barely bothered to get to know me, I'm surprised your two brain cells were able to come up with that. Maxima Jian. No damage."
Leila snorts. "I would have more pity for you if it hadn't taken you days to realize I was gone, Artimes. You can keep your tears, you arrogant attention-whore," she spits, then spins on her heel. "Kerian Herneson. No damage."
"Oh?" she questions, finally lowering the clipboard. "And how long did it take you to realize I was gone? Was it minutes? Hours? A day?" she retorts. "No, Artimes, Ivy, Jacob. It was more. Had you realized sooner, I would have stayed with all of you, but you betrayed me. I was supposed to be back in an hour or so, and none of you cared enough that I was gone." She took a breath and composed herself. "Once I realized you weren't coming for me, I gave in. Guess what? These people care about me. I'm no longer another demigod who is easily passed over for more powerful ones. I'm Leila, and I will not be made guilty by you."
Leila looks up, unimpressed at Artimes' display of anger. "Interesting," she mutters, and marks the board. "That'll need fixing." She moves on. "Hi, Jacob. Let's see: Jacob MacLoran. Little damage."
Ignoring Charlie, Leila reaches Ivy's cell. "Hello, Ivy," she says, then looks down at her board. "Ivy Douglas. Little damage," she says, marking her board and moving on.
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