Circe shook her head with a disgusted look on her face, "Ugh, pervs are nuisance. Although," Circe grinned at Sasha's jest about the plant man before quipping in, "If a tree has an unsightly growth its best to prune," she smiled, "The small sheers are quite cheap," the implication being that little was there to be pruned on the pervert.
Circe laughed at the idea.
Then she sighed as she calmed, "Ah, well, my tale requires a bit of context. I mean," she takes a sip whilst waving her free hand in the negative, "It weren't just me but my fellow Rogues too. First thing to say that Queen Anne is, or finger crossed was, a bitch and she had it coming," Circe actually held up her cross fingers as she'd said fingers crossed.
She took another sip. "Right, context. Backstory, whatever the word is," she shrugs, "Sacramento is much, much, much nicer then San Fran is when it comes to Lost. Motleys are assigned there. Courts spy on each other. Byzantine I think is the phrase," she laughs, "lucky the mates I got were the ones that helped me escape. We got shit done when others didn't," there was a proud grin growing on her face.
It soured into a frown, "Thing is, backstabbing is a big deal. Our bosses wanted us to turn on each other when our motley expired. We told them fuck off," Circe's happy go lucky was fading as she spoke. Rage was obviously building as she spoke, "You can guess how well that went. Queen Anne was the bitch with the most to lose from us being alive. Bitch queen sicked her pet on us and was calling for a fucking Ash Run." After a pause she turned to Sasha and gave her a thumbs up, "But props for your season Sasha. The Winters there were content to spectate and not help kill us."
The grin on her face became savage, "She tried to fuck us so we fucked her over hard."
"We exposed every dirty deed, slaving, traitorous, Them like act she'd done. There was plenty for people to hate her for. And then we told everyone how to find a fucking armory." Her grin had turned utterly wicked, "she shouldn't have fucked with us Rogues."
As before, Circe held no regrets for her actions. Those courts had used them as tools, tried to set them against each other, and ultimately betrayed them. If anything Circe considered it to be karma catching up with them. She just wished she'd gotten to see Queen Anne get blown away.