"My Mother terrifies me," Ling Qi blinked, almost jerking in surprise as the light faded, letting her see Cai's wary face as she spoke. "I speak not in general terms, she is a monster."
"Ah," Ling Qi knew she was gaping, but she couldn't quite figure out how to respond.
"The day I met my Mother was in her workshop, where she fitted Liming to me," Cai continued stiffly, the only indication of discomfort on her part the way that she fingered the hem of her sleeve. "Or rather, when she fitted me to Liming. She is not cruel, not truly, but she feels nothing. Everything and everyone around her are but threads in the pattern she intends to weave."
"I'm really not sure I should be listening to this," Ling Qi said after a moment. "I…"
"You asked,"