Like I said, the usual. Prestige, wealth, eternal gratitude. I'd like to think he's smart enough to leave me as a free woman. Trying to enslave me would be very... dangerous to the Legion as a whole.

[It was not news to her that some thought her to be insane. Her quest to utterly obliterate anyone even remotely related to getting her shot in the head proved that. But if you really wanted to see Sibyll in a destructive frenzy, try betraying her and slapping a slave collar around her neck.]

But if you're asking if he actually promised you to me, then no. But neither did he say I wasn't allowed to try.

[She dares to reach out and gently touch his cheek again.]