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Six months down, three to go.

Given that most of her normal activities (ex. war, drinking, picking fights) are off-limits, Mary Anne has set up shop in one of the smaller rooms of the castle. It looks like some sort of entertaining-guests-with-tea-and-gossip room; she's made it a reading-the-classics-to-her-child room.

"Sun Tzu said: the good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy..."

They say motherhood changes you. Some things never change.

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"I don't need you to be the go-between," she sneers. "You're but a nuisance I keep hoping will disappear."

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And any good will Mary Anne may have been harboring goes right out the window.

She doesn't miss it.

"You've been waiting an awfully long time, Coira. I thought immortals knew futility when they saw it."

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She laughs.

"Immortals also know everything is just a matter of time."

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She smiles.

"Then I hope you enjoy the wait."

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Coira glares at her.

For quite some time.

When she finds she can't locate any words to throw back at her ex-husband's new wife, she turns on her heel and storms out.

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Mary Anne stares right back, that infuriating small smile playing about her lips the whole time.

She watches Coira leave.

Only after the sound of the other woman's footsteps has quite faded does she check the safety on the gun hidden behind one of the small pillows beside her on the couch.

That done, she returns to her book.

"...but the opportunity of defeating the the enemy is provided by the enemy himself."