"Atrocity?" — Offended, her visage softened hurt from his words. Coming closer again to tell her beliefs. — "How can you call it an atrocity when it is meant to free us, honey?"
"We've always been free, woman. Open your eyes!"
"You simply cannot acknowledge it, dear."
"… and you truly don't seem like you're inclined to tell what I demand."
"… all you care about is her." — With darkened eyes, she now muttered with lowered head. Lifting it to dangerously glare at the now cold Orland. — "I hope she dies before your very eyes… and then you will finally understand, Orland, that I am in the right."
