"Emperor," the woman who was terribly Philippa and not Philippa at the same time spat, standing on the transporter deck.
"Emperor," Georgiou ruefully repeated, when Katrina told her about the mirror image of Gabriel, who had been the opposite of himself, too.
"Call me Emperor," she hissed to Katrina, who was naked, on her knees, clinging to not-Pippa's hips, longing for orders.
"Emperor," Katrina repeated, in a daze, hoping saying it again and again would make herself believe it, that she was gone, that she was kissing, licking, tasting a different person, whom she did not love and would not obey. "Emperor."