[It sends a... puzzling feeling through her system. If I ever want to understand you.

She's given up on ever properly understanding others. She can rip down their barriers, feast on their secrets like a cannibalistic vampire, and toss them up into the sunlight to be turned to ashes - but understanding... it's not truth. So why. What's the point.

Her lips thin and she lets out a breath that sounds just the slightest bit pained.]

...My master, yes.

She elevated me to become infinitely more than what I was. She shaped and influenced my life, making me what I am. How could I not fall for her?

[It's not like she has much of a choice about that either. There's moments where Erika allows herself to feel resentful. Hate, contempt, anger... fear. But she'll still want her even more no matter how she's treated.]

The fact that I don't have a choice doesn't mean that I have any regrets. There was nothing left for me before this. [Her voice is even, hard. Informative. But there's an edge of something beneath it.] At least with Bernkastel I always know where I stand.