Seraphina Redgrave listened dispassionately to all of this. Having just endured torture and the tearing of wolves, she was weak and trembling as her hands supported her weight.
Yet her words carried an undeniable force, "Sorry, for these four conditions, I can't agree to a single one. If you want me to submit, you might as well kill me."
She was a fugitive from Veridian Isle, that was undisputable, but admitting guilt, she did not believe she was guilty.
Miles Harrington seemed to have anticipated her refusal and spoke again, "But you just let me see your weakness."
The few people from The Defiance Society seemed particularly important to Seraphina Redgrave.
"Yes, as you said, they are indeed my weakness." Seraphina curved her lips, "But everyone already knows they're connected to me. Abandoning them is better than dragging more people down, isn't it?"
She wasn't as foolish as he thought.
