The Fallout - Part 3

"Then, fine," Vol said, releasing her. "Do what you want. Your magic is less useful than you yourself, anyway. It's strange how little it troubles you to be used as a tool, but whatever – as long as you don't inconvenience me, I care not."

"I was always to be a tool," Penelope said. "Just as my mother. At least you would use me honestly, and not simply as a breeding mare."

"What a strange woman you are," Vol declared as he parted from the tent.

As far as he was concerned, that short conversation was enough to settle matters with Penelope. It was less words that he wanted to understand, and more what lay behind them. He wanted to know why it was Penelope, of all people, and why he even needed someone in the first place.