'Mother. It's your turn.'
Hemera frowned at the playing cards lying on her 'side' of the table.
To avoid revealing her presence here, Hemera's hand was to be manipulated by her son. Otherwise, the security feed would immediately pick up the floating cards.
"…This is silly. You already know my entire hand before I've even begun to play." Hemera thought back.
'Humor me, mother, dearest. It isn't as if we have much else to do in here.'
Hemera begrudgingly points to a card. "…You should not be in here at all."
'… Don't start this again, mother. I'm paying my dues to society.' Arias picks up her choice and places it on the pile before responding.
"But if isolation is what you desire, then would it not be more preferable for you to come to my realm instead? There, at least, you may atone in comfort."
Arias laughed to himself, uncaring of the camera in his room.
'Atoning in comfort…? I'm afraid that's a bit of an oxymoron.'
"Atoning is not synonymous with misery."
