Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Kingdom of Scotland, Lothian, Edinburgh, Palace of Holyroodhouse
"Conjoined? Hahaha." Martha threw her head back in laughter. "The world truly couldn't have played a crueler joke on you two."
The tall, naked woman standing before her—bearing the calm, unified presence of both Coryn and Reven—did not bristle at the mockery. She merely smiled.
"Higher power?" they said evenly. "I hate to disappoint you Martha, but there is no such thing. There is only cause and effect. The pattern is far larger than our minds can grasp, so people shrink it into something convenient and call it fate."
Martha's eyes hardened. "Ignorant children." Her voice lost all trace of amusement. "I will pray he grants you peace in the afterlife."
Her hands moved in a blur.
A volley of knives shot toward them once more, each blade already thrumming with stored energy, poised to detonate the instant they entered her mental field.
