[ Akua's fingers do not falter from Hayame — or the impression of them does not — and Akua lets a flicker of that warm affection for the proud, strong Jinba flicker through communion. She disagrees with Hayame on the virulent hatred for Sebastian, but she does not let it color her affection for her. She would touch her fingers to Hayame's flank, and elsewhere again, should she only ask, or give indication that it was welcome. Even now, her fingers linger in this mental space, and Hayame can feel warmth, in its own way, traversing the space between their homes.
She does not question the promise that Hayame sends. She knows that of all of them, Hayame sees what she does as Right, and Good. When one believed in Right and Good, was there anything that could not be compromised? Hayame reminded her of the Saint of Swords, a hardened grandmother who had fought Evil for so long that she had become hardened to allowing compromise, had been so unbowed, unbroken, uncompromising that there had been no negotiating with her.
She had died. Killed by the Warden's Sword that was Not a Sword; old age something that a Hero could not withstand forever. She had died, because she would not allow Good and Evil to work together.
She hoped that this would not be Hayame's end. That she would learn to bend, and bow, when necessary. ]
I will come to you. I will see it for myself, and I will understand.
[ She promises it. She will. She will look upon Hayame with two eyes — something that had not happened for so long — and she will know that it was both a gift and a curse (as most things with Devils were) and wholly exactly a punishment from Sebastian. ]
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She does not question the promise that Hayame sends. She knows that of all of them, Hayame sees what she does as Right, and Good. When one believed in Right and Good, was there anything that could not be compromised? Hayame reminded her of the Saint of Swords, a hardened grandmother who had fought Evil for so long that she had become hardened to allowing compromise, had been so unbowed, unbroken, uncompromising that there had been no negotiating with her.
She had died. Killed by the Warden's Sword that was Not a Sword; old age something that a Hero could not withstand forever. She had died, because she would not allow Good and Evil to work together.
She hoped that this would not be Hayame's end. That she would learn to bend, and bow, when necessary. ]
I will come to you. I will see it for myself, and I will understand.
[ She promises it. She will. She will look upon Hayame with two eyes — something that had not happened for so long — and she will know that it was both a gift and a curse (as most things with Devils were) and wholly exactly a punishment from Sebastian. ]