Old Mercurio személy
How better to make us forget who we were, and shape us into what they want us to be?
Flawed as it might be in other’s eyes, this was her face. Mia wasn’t sure how she felt about these people taking it away …
Own nothing, Mercurio had said. Know nothing. Be nothing.
Mia breathed deep. Swallowed hard.
Because then you can do anything.
“Just remember,” Mercurio scowled. “The play’s final act needn’t be your own.”
“I’ve no wish to die,” Mia sighed, crushing her smoke out against the wall. “To be honest, it sounds far more interesting to be the most wanted murderer in the Republic.”
“A noble goal for any lass to aspire to,” Mercurio smiled.
“Forget the girl who had everything. She died when her father did."
„Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing.”
„But why would I want to do that?”
His smile made her smile in return.
"Because then you can do anything.”
“I’ve got tea,” Mercurio sighed. “And cake.”
The girl covered her growling belly with both palms.
“… What kind of cake?”
“The free kind.”
Mia pouted. Licked her lips and tasted blood.
And she took the old man’s hand.