Rui gazed at her with piercing eyes in a deafening silence.
The air tingled with a tension as the two of them locked serious gazes.
The darkness of the night outside the windows of her personal chambers seemed to come alive, feasting on the peril that lingered in the air.
Her anger and hatred were viscerally real.
The Whisperer had definitely nailed that part.
However, where Rui found her accounts of the Empress to diverge were whether she let her anger and hatred control her decisions. While she was very vocal about her emotions towards the Panama Continent, she also appeared to be entirely in control.
She was the type of person who could systematically sever the connection between her emotions and decisions. The type to hug the person she hated the most with a pleasant smile on her face if it suited her interests and goals.
