[ despite his refusal, mona does not appear perturbed. she simply dispels her scryglass with a flick of her wrist, scarce, hardly visible water droplets scattering onto the carpet by their feet. mona then uses that hand to reach out to touch the bottom of sunday's jaw, carefully turning his chin in her direction so that he is looking into her eyes.

a smile is curving her lips. it's knowing, confident. ]

Then, I will rephrase, [ she says, tilting her head slightly and sending black hair over her shoulder. ] You will become my disciple.

[ it isn't a polite request anymore. ]

While it is true I find you valuable, I am also interested in you, Sunday. Will you trust in the 'magnificence' of my powers? Because of it, I know that your mistakes do not define you. The glimpses I saw were enough.

[ she delicately releases him. mona then sits up straight again. ]

Your fate here will be arduous but not without positive twists. I want to guide you.