[It would, and that's why she's making the threat without intending to follow through - at least, not while they're both sitting here. Maybe later. Maybe not at all, because there's a penalty she knows about that Charles isn't aware of. The gods did punish her directly for what she did and she doesn't particularly want to lose more than she already has.]
Nobody ever achieves anything by playing along. What would that even accomplish?
[She looks like she's about to say more, but then stops herself. Charles, you've just accidentally given her a brilliant idea. About everything, about this whole entire situation, about everyone being trapped between the false gods and the constructs that call them parasites.
An idea she doesn't want to share or even let on that she's had, so Caedra instead dissolves the knife with a wave of her hand and returns to her coffee.]
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Nobody ever achieves anything by playing along. What would that even accomplish?
[She looks like she's about to say more, but then stops herself. Charles, you've just accidentally given her a brilliant idea. About everything, about this whole entire situation, about everyone being trapped between the false gods and the constructs that call them parasites.
An idea she doesn't want to share or even let on that she's had, so Caedra instead dissolves the knife with a wave of her hand and returns to her coffee.]
I hate this place.