"Please, Hilise. If it's not too much trouble, kick the bucket instead of Gabrielle." My consistently stately sibling beseeched me to kick the bucket instead of our stepsister, whom we don't impart a drop of blood to. "For the first and last time, I ask you this." I've generally been hopeless, and there is no special case this time. It was the seventh time that I was sold out and killed, lastly I was totally liberated from waiting sentiments. "I'm happy that you're a sleaze ball until the end." I will not be influenced by affection any longer. Presently it is my chance to relinquish them first.