( He has not offended. But it is striking to her how this keeps happening. How they start their given tasks a cohesive unit, succeed in their intentions, and end at such different points in the horizon. East and West. He is not a warm man. She is not a soft woman. Not any longer. All that light. All those dreams.
They died in the bloodied chamber alongside Vittoria.
Perhaps this was the only possible end, and she feels that much sillier for the attempt. Attempt to what, exactly? Connect. Express that her own soul wearies at the death and destruction that plagues them, for all that she remains committed to the fight. To her justice.
Emilia could make another attempt now. Explain she is always angry, whether she leaves it on simmer or she lets it out. But then she would only confirm his suspicions, the ones that scare her in the dark of the night, the kind of dark that does not kill. Celestia has assured her she is not La Prima. Wrath has suggested her family meddled in affairs they should not have, and she is left to pick up the pieces. And still she fears it. Fears she is the villain of this story, and she simply doesn't know it.
So she nods. That he may be granted the leave that he wishes, that she can tend to this wound in the silence. )
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( He has not offended. But it is striking to her how this keeps happening. How they start their given tasks a cohesive unit, succeed in their intentions, and end at such different points in the horizon. East and West. He is not a warm man. She is not a soft woman. Not any longer. All that light. All those dreams.
They died in the bloodied chamber alongside Vittoria.
Perhaps this was the only possible end, and she feels that much sillier for the attempt. Attempt to what, exactly? Connect. Express that her own soul wearies at the death and destruction that plagues them, for all that she remains committed to the fight. To her justice.
Emilia could make another attempt now. Explain she is always angry, whether she leaves it on simmer or she lets it out. But then she would only confirm his suspicions, the ones that scare her in the dark of the night, the kind of dark that does not kill. Celestia has assured her she is not La Prima. Wrath has suggested her family meddled in affairs they should not have, and she is left to pick up the pieces. And still she fears it. Fears she is the villain of this story, and she simply doesn't know it.
So she nods. That he may be granted the leave that he wishes, that she can tend to this wound in the silence. )