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“Do walk with me, dear Jupiter - dear sister? Can I call you this? You’re the closest I will ever have to one, with Mother dead, and of course I’m so happy claim any kinship.”
Jupiter has her doubts about Kalique’s newfound sisterly feelings, given their last encounter. But she supposes mutual need is as good a foundation as any for Abrasax family ties.
“Of course! I’m so happy we could be closer, dear - sister,” and the words taste weirdly in her mouth. But Mom would say that needs must, and she needs Kalique, if she’s to accomplish any of her plans. Her powerbase is practically nonexistent, her grasp of the finer points of space politics is still feeble, and Caine alone can’t be everything she requires, for all he tries his best.
“Closer,” Kalique purrs, “I love the sound of that.”
Of course, freaky pseudo-incestual vibes also seem to be a foundation for Abrasax family ties. Jupiter finds, unexpectedly, her main objection to be less to said vibes and more to the memory of Kalique’s ecstatic face under pool’s surface, her unthinking absorption. But... needs must, don’t they?
“I’m so very glad you do,” she says, and presses Kalique’s hand.