[A lot of pressure? Robin had no idea the amount of pressure Ianthe had been under growing up to be necromancer enough for both her and her twin sister. It made her laugh - a low, mirthless sound - for a couple seconds before she stopped so as to not jostle Robin's hand with those scissors.]

Sometimes. There was definitely a rush and a sense of accomplishment, but so much of it was just... empty. It was never for me, always for her. It turned me into such a mean bitch.

[Ianthe met her own gaze in the mirror with her stolen eyes.] But it was worth it. Just another price I had to pay. Nothing to shed tears over.