My father has recognized us all as his. He loved my mother so, and I am the apple of his eye. [Even if she says so with not a bit of fondness.]

And yet, I know my brother would move heaven and earth for me in its stead. [I shall cut out his heart with a dinner knife and serve it to you. his words cause another pang in her heart, a flutter only for a second for how much Cesare is truly missed.] I do not need an army.