The Living Room

The sorceress uses her other hand to wipe her eyes of the reminding tears. Being infused with fey had probably helped her from getting too upset at Jezebel's words. "I can certainly relate to the duality, even if I can't relate to the cruelty you describe." She pauses, looking up at the former daemon once again. "Even after all you said I have just seen the tip of the iceberg that is you." Sakura had been much more open, much more clear. Just an evening with her and she thought she knew what the dryad was like. Not that she still surprised her occasionally, but Sakura was Sakura, not anyone else. Jezebel was something quite else, unpredictable and dangerous like an untrained eldritch user.
"It's that chasm that probably would stop us from getting close together Jezebel, I'm sad to admit. I would have a hard time befriending that other you."