[Only the fact that Akua is an Iconoclast that had known her intimately, in... more ways than one, keeps her there in Communion while Hayame rails against what she views as the humiliating and unjust and traumatizing thing that had happened to her. Out of nowhere, when she had considered her business with the demon done, in the middle of the godsdamned day when she'd been walking down the street with no warning, no chance to fight back-
They do not truly "exist" here. So she can rage and cry and scream and slam herself against the confines of desert and stone mountain even while she is also somehow slumped there in a half-defeated lump with Akua's hand on her shoulder, hating that this woman had stayed her hand in the Iconoclast Oracle's trial, that she'd managed to convince her to leave demon alive because she'd made them even. And it is that one of her that looks up suddenly, anger and pain blazing in her eyes.
Eyes. She had never shown Akua what was beneath the eyepatch on the left side of her face. Even when they had been entwined, when things were too hot, sweat beading on skin, flesh overheating against flesh, she had kept it tightly on. But now it's gone, and there's no injury, no scar, no burn there to warrant covering, just an eye a sickly green shade that doesn't belong to her, that doesn't match the stormy grey of the one she'd been born with, once upon a time somewhere far, far away from here.]
I will shatter him! I will make him a shard and bury him so deep in hallow earth that no one will ever find him! I will blind him! I will steal every one of his "meals" before he can devour their souls! I will grind his "Master" into dust!
[Did they think she wasn't creative? That she couldn't be a villain, for all that she framed her actions in honor and rules of engagement that others called outdated and inflexible? All of those things were within what the honor others derided would allow. But.
But-]
Were you not the one who told me you understood me? That you, too, were fighting for redemption that can never be achieved?
[She'd thought that part of them was the same, even though the other woman was obviously willing to do things differently than she was, far less loyal in certain ways, far less "upright". But now-]
Now you want me to be no better than a demon?
[A demon who did not view friendship or bonds in any human way, demanding no loyalty and cherishing no one over their own interests. A demon who did not care at all what means were used to achieve their end.]
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and traumatizingthing that had happened to her. Out of nowhere, when she had considered her business with the demon done, in the middle of the godsdamned day when she'd been walking down the street with no warning, no chance to fight back-They do not truly "exist" here. So she can rage and cry and scream and slam herself against the confines of desert and stone mountain even while she is also somehow slumped there in a half-defeated lump with Akua's hand on her shoulder, hating that this woman had stayed her hand in the Iconoclast Oracle's trial, that she'd managed to convince her to leave demon alive because she'd made them even. And it is that one of her that looks up suddenly, anger and pain blazing in her eyes.
Eyes. She had never shown Akua what was beneath the eyepatch on the left side of her face. Even when they had been entwined, when things were too hot, sweat beading on skin, flesh overheating against flesh, she had kept it tightly on. But now it's gone, and there's no injury, no scar, no burn there to warrant covering, just an eye a sickly green shade that doesn't belong to her, that doesn't match the stormy grey of the one she'd been born with, once upon a time somewhere far, far away from here.]
I will shatter him! I will make him a shard and bury him so deep in hallow earth that no one will ever find him! I will blind him! I will steal every one of his "meals" before he can devour their souls! I will grind his "Master" into dust!
[Did they think she wasn't creative? That she couldn't be a villain, for all that she framed her actions in honor and rules of engagement that others called outdated and inflexible? All of those things were within what the honor others derided would allow. But.
But-]
Were you not the one who told me you understood me? That you, too, were fighting for redemption that can never be achieved?
[She'd thought that part of them was the same, even though the other woman was obviously willing to do things differently than she was, far less loyal in certain ways, far less "upright". But now-]
Now you want me to be no better than a demon?
[A demon who did not view friendship or bonds in any human way, demanding no loyalty and cherishing no one over their own interests. A demon who did not care at all what means were used to achieve their end.]