( sister agrippina & sister bibiana. ) ╱ ˋ agrippina’s [murder] did not carry the dull sameness of the others. its scent was sharper, more intimate, as though the hand that ended her had chosen her deliberately, set her apart from all the rest. this was no accident, no wandering cruelty. and it was no suicide. agrippina would never have raised her hand against herself, not even after sister bibiana. 'love takes many forms', dymphna wrote, her pen scratching like a penitent’s whisper. agrippina a