@quintus_knightfall: (You're the reason we can't have nice things)
In what appeared to be a split second, her entire demeanor changed. Mercy shifted from a studied casual nonchalance into a lethal calmness simply by crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward in her seat. "I came here to share the news of a common foe's demise, and to check in on you and your well-being as friends generally do. I can't say I'm surprised at the response."
Her eyes studiously watched his disrobing and redressing with unveiled disinterest and slight admiration for his ability to take personas on and off in much the same way as his clothing.
Mercy rose slowly to her feet, prepared to exit as he cut her to the core. She hadn't known that a person outside of herself and her own pain or her daughter was capable of cutting her like that, of instigating such a strong moment of complete and utter heartwrenching pain in her. It nearly took her breath away, causing her to pause in her tracks as she had stood.
Uniquely hued purple eyes flicked up to his with the deadly gaze of an apex predator, while simultaneously showing the brief moment of pain that he had sparked. There was a time where she would have reached out to him, where she would have attempted to break down what she believed to be a facade, to appeal to his humanity. But things had come to a point where Mercy was not sure that there was any humanity left in Quintus - and if there was, if she even cared to reignite it.
Her voice was intentionally monotonous, revealing none of the deep-seated pain that he had caused her with so calculatingly cold a comment. "My daughter's father. My partner." She shook her head slightly, raven black hair falling around her face as she did so. "You know...there was a time that we were close. There was a time where I mourned your death with blood and retribution. There was a time where I killed the man responsible for it." She remained silent for a moment, that sentence the first and only verification that Mercy Sheridan was the one responsible for the gruesome and humiliating death of Charlemagne LeBeau. It had been the culmination of a multitude of wrongs heaped upon Mercy, and upon the world. He had been designated a cancer, and removed from the world with the Sanguine's particularly fitting touch of humiliation.
"I was the one who laid down almost a year of my life for your daughter." Her lip curled with distaste and frustration. She had held out hope for Isadora longer than anyone, perhaps even her father, and regardless of everything else, her passing had had an impact on Mercy. "You, you do not have the right to demand anything from me. You can request to see your niece, and given the proper arrangements, I will acquiesce, as you are her family, but to stand here and demand it...how dare you. I will put her safety and her well being before anything else, before you, before this entire goddamn world, Quintus, and you should know that now. Your track record with your own family is tarnished at best, and Catriona will be raised with an understanding of the world she lives in, but with love and safety. Neither of those are something you have been able to provide, as far as I can tell" She gave him her daughter's name, that small piece, almost as if it were an olive branch, only to be followed with a small cut of her own.
"I'll leave instructions with your Mamba's on how to contact me when you choose to do so. But understand, and understand well, that if harm befalls my daughter in any manner as a result of your actions, this world will run red with blood until you pay for it." Setting her jaw in a firm line, with one last forlorn gaze in Quintus's direction, telegraphing the dueling emotions of pain, regret and a promised vengeance should anything happen to her daughter, the Sanguine exited the room.
Heels clacked lightly down the hall, the almost staccato beat of her quick footsteps an angry punctuation of her swift stride. Establishing eye contact with the hooded Mamba with piercing green eyes who stood in the doorway of a room watching the Sanguine's progress with curiosity, Mercy afforded her a small nod of respect.