[CupcakeDolly]

Rue stood somewhat still, in silent and guarded agitation, until seemingly out of nowhere she snapped at Lev, "I am leaving. Follow if you wish." She strode toward the manhole leading to the sewers and jumped through, rested enough now not to bother with ladders. With the tunnels clear of moving enemies, she saw no real reason to require her bodyguard to accompany her, and besides, the man was too busy getting friendly with the people they would soon be abandoning.

Rue had soon come to the scene of their fight the previous day, and as soon as she judged it to be a good enough distance away from the others, she ripped the sword from where it rested at her side and swung wildly, tearing dead flesh from corpses and sending rotted limbs flying in a furious tirade, her psychic presence flaring out in anger. Eventually she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, breathing heavily and clenching her teeth.

It wasn't enough that the assassin had obviously been sent by him - who else could afford such a price for her death? Now the artificer was one chosen by the Sibyl. Equal parts hate and childish jealousy filled Rue's mind at the thought. Though she told herself she didn't care that the false goddess had never spoken to her, or acknowledged her existence. The deity that she had been raised to worship had spoken to another, much more unworthy disciple.

"She means nothing now," Rue seethed in a quiet mantra. "She stands for nothing. Only a Prince is worthy of my love. Not a whore."