[ The whole scene is pathetic. Ozma fears her, and that is good, but whatever pleasure Salem might take from it is twisted up into hate. She wants to wipe that frightened look off his face. She wants to destroy, it, destroy him. She wants so much, all the time, and she knows she will never be free of the wanting, and she hates that too.
Salem will not give Ozma the respect of addressing him by name. Besides, all his names are lies. Instead, Salem strides towards him, and if Ozma does not make a move to strike, Salem will slowly pinch the pinky on the hand not clutching that stupid cane. She will apply nearly enough force, but not quite enough, to shatter that pinky. It is a threat. She will taunt him, before killing him.
She is, of course, not wasting time because she is afraid of being alone in this strange dream. Salem cannot fear, not really. She only destroys. ]
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Salem will not give Ozma the respect of addressing him by name. Besides, all his names are lies. Instead, Salem strides towards him, and if Ozma does not make a move to strike, Salem will slowly pinch the pinky on the hand not clutching that stupid cane. She will apply nearly enough force, but not quite enough, to shatter that pinky. It is a threat. She will taunt him, before killing him.
She is, of course, not wasting time because she is afraid of being alone in this strange dream. Salem cannot fear, not really. She only destroys. ]
Did you really think you would be free, here?