"Roseburn?" Jessia's eyes slid to me. "So it was true. A tithe."
"Yes. Your family offered you up to the church. You were simply the cost they were willing to pay for certain... favors. Just like every other inquisitor. You're nothing special. There's no secret. You no longer belong to yourself, but to the gods."
"I belong to no one," Jessia said, darkness swirling around her. "Not you, not the gods, not the emperors. Well, maybe one, but he's not exactly the owning type."
"Folly. Every soul belongs to the gods. It is their right and our privilege."
"Is that why you like the job? Power over other people? You love the thought of being someone's master?" She stepped back, twirling her dagger, its blade flickering like a mirage. "Hmph. I hate how similar I am to a bastard like you. But I suppose that's your fault, isn't it? Then it's only natural that things end like this."
"What do you gain from this, traitor?" Korvin asked.
