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Fuck, this was already getting out of hand. The twins shot each other concerned looks and had a quick and silent conversation that lasted all of a few seconds. Caoimhe hung back to walk next to his lover and placed a hand around her neck to keep her in line. Sláine couldn't do much, but he touched Eurion's wrist, a very brief brush of contact, in an attempt to help the assassin calm down. "Aideen," he warned.
She wasn't done just yet. The prince's grip on her meant nothing as she shrugged out of his grasp and got into Eurion's space. Unlike Sláine, she didn't cave in the face of a taller man. There was a sort of gleam in her eyes, something like defiance, as she stared hard at Eurion. "Live in servitude and fear, or die. It makes no difference to me, because they are the same thing." When she heard Sláine's footsteps heading towards her, she backed away with her hands up and let Caoimhe pull her away from Eurion. Even she knew when she hits the 'too far' mark, and she just nailed it right on the head.
And Sláine wasn't having it. Though her words were meant for Eurion, they still hit close to the twins' past as well. "Not everyone has the luxury of cut strings. All forms of authority you ever had died long ago, so remind me again what higher being you've questioned besides the ones that pulled your ass from your own grave."
Aideen showed no reaction, just shrugged and dutifully went on ahead in front of Caoimhe, who didn't jump to defend his lover. The twins were both thinking the same thing, and it showed; perhaps it was a mistake to stick two hard-headed criminals together, especially when one had a mouth on her.