She stopped in her tracks, her control slipping and the false face she had begun to put on so she could slip from the house faltered and her own blonde locks and fine features reasserted themselves. 'Hermione Villefort is dead' she answered her tone strained and wavering, the threat of angry or empassioned tears flickering in her voice. 'We may start this but I suppose how we end it...well we will see. ' she noted. Adrestia wanted to know she could rely on Peter, but she hadn't been able to rely on anyone since she was a child, since her father, so why would Peter be any different - even Mister Dantes had up and died on her. No, she was truly alone, at least as far as she could see. Peter might want to help, he might mean to help, but in the end, this was her fight.

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