She's got the devil's eyes
A faint smile tilts the corners of her lips as Heartfire considers Litotes, blue eyes gleaming inscrutably in the dark mask of her features. Castile, it seems, would be the architect of his own demise in many ways. Apparently he had not learned the art of not alienating his own allies. Heartfire, for all her surreptitious dealings, had made a point of offering her own allies just as much as she would gain from them. Her knowledge is their knowledge, such as it is. There is value of keeping things close to the vest, of course, but Castile seemed to be rather ham-handed with that particular ability.
She can appreciate the anger that builds in Litotes at the realization of just what had been kept from him. She had known such anger herself, more than once. The only difference between the two is that Heartfire directed that anger into a laser focus, her patience honing it until it became as sharp and lethal as a perfectly aimed dagger between the ribs.
“I am doing what I can to avoid war,” she replies after a thoughtful moment, “but you know Castile. It may be unavoidable. And he has allowed his own confidence to expand his head until it clouds his entire vision, it seems.”
She shrugs faintly at that, as though to say there was nothing to be done for it. She had, after all, offered Castile ample opportunity to avoid such things. She had never inserted herself into the middle of his squabbles. Never declared herself his enemy. He had chosen that path on his own in his greedy lust for power.
“Actually, I need to speak to Castile as well. Perhaps I can join you. I could also take the opportunity to explain the benefits of allying yourself with Nerine to Dawn.” Her blue gaze fixes on Litotes, one corner of her lips quirking slightly. She is not one to waste an opportunity, after all.
and they'll cut you like a weapon