[Hayame does not beg her to stop because... she does not want her to. If Akua is the one who initiates things, then... well, Hayame herself is not to blame. She is not the licentious one, she is simply... accommodating someone else, with no base or weak desires of her own. (It is... a process, living the belief that such things bring power. But it cannot be mistaken that she remembered. That she was trying. If she was not, she would have brushed Akua's hand away already.)
She has been cutting bits of herself away for so long. Even since this Oracle fight began... the broken leg still haunting her, the vileness Set had turned upon her in his rage, the desperation she had channeled into hunting the Objects...
Akua's hand is soothing. Practical. Of course. What she says though.. is reassuring. She actually looks just slightly more at ease, as if one burden had been lifted from her shoulders.]
... Then I will entrust them to you.
[Unlike some others who were powerful in this faction... She trusted Akua's desire to return home. To return to that place to become that god-like figure of the story. She had the Prism, before the end she would have the Wing, so if Akua would keep them...
She is silent just a moment longer, eye fluttering closed beneath the other woman's fingers, before she must to business. From the leaf-stitched makeshift saddlebags she was now using, she pulls something else wrapped in leaves, pulling back the green to reveal... a pipe.]
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She has been cutting bits of herself away for so long. Even since this Oracle fight began... the broken leg still haunting her, the vileness Set had turned upon her in his rage, the desperation she had channeled into hunting the Objects...
Akua's hand is soothing. Practical. Of course. What she says though.. is reassuring. She actually looks just slightly more at ease, as if one burden had been lifted from her shoulders.]
... Then I will entrust them to you.
[Unlike some others who were powerful in this faction... She trusted Akua's desire to return home. To return to that place to become that god-like figure of the story. She had the Prism, before the end she would have the Wing, so if Akua would keep them...
She is silent just a moment longer, eye fluttering closed beneath the other woman's fingers, before she must to business. From the leaf-stitched makeshift saddlebags she was now using, she pulls something else wrapped in leaves, pulling back the green to reveal... a pipe.]
And this, I return to you.