It's all awfully - well - intimate. It's not that Kitty is uncomfortable with intimacy or anything of the sort, but - privacy is privacy. Having the contents of Petrana's head dragged out and dumped out on the courtyard grounds like so much rubbish is bad enough; having those contents be from her memories of the bedroom is rather worse. Again, not that Kitty would be shocked to see it all; she's walked the streets of Whitechapel after dark, witnessed plenty; but there's something so dreadfully indecent about having these most private of moments laid bare.
She decides then and there that if the next memory is of the two of them screwing, she will just walk away, information or no.
Primly, she settles her folded hands in her lap, and keeps her eyes on Petrana through all of this. "Power, and the exercise of power, is a great deal of what people are. Humanity always seems to fall into these divisions. Here, it's mages and non-mages, but it's also nobles and commonfolk, freemen and slaves. I haven't yet run into a single society where people don't define themselves by the power they can inflict on others." A small shrug. "Likely, in time, if the witchcraft-users took over, it'd be the nonmagic folk who'd get ground down. Wouldn't they?"
The scene behind them shifts, then - answering Kitty's unconscious call; it's a judge in a high chair, a young woman with bobbed hair and too much lipstick, looking down at Kitty with utter distaste. No words, no verbal condemnations; this is a silent spirit. But the complete disgust the woman levels at the girl needs no narration.
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She decides then and there that if the next memory is of the two of them screwing, she will just walk away, information or no.
Primly, she settles her folded hands in her lap, and keeps her eyes on Petrana through all of this. "Power, and the exercise of power, is a great deal of what people are. Humanity always seems to fall into these divisions. Here, it's mages and non-mages, but it's also nobles and commonfolk, freemen and slaves. I haven't yet run into a single society where people don't define themselves by the power they can inflict on others." A small shrug. "Likely, in time, if the witchcraft-users took over, it'd be the nonmagic folk who'd get ground down. Wouldn't they?"
The scene behind them shifts, then - answering Kitty's unconscious call; it's a judge in a high chair, a young woman with bobbed hair and too much lipstick, looking down at Kitty with utter distaste. No words, no verbal condemnations; this is a silent spirit. But the complete disgust the woman levels at the girl needs no narration.