[It is petty, but Hayame almost delights in those four simple words. I think you’re right. It was so rare that she heard such a thing, whether it be in agreement with her ideas or even just her way of thinking. Since going to Horos…
You’re wrong.. She had heard that far, far more, and though a more understanding or wise woman might acknowledge there were considerable cultural differences between herself and most all of the other aions… perhaps be able to accept them and not find only offense or alienation in those reactions…
A part of her still feels so pathetically happy that someone thought she was right about something. … Even though, as she announces her failure to the dirt between her forelegs.]
In Venera, you gave to me as hostage the book of your god.
[The Order of Numbers. She has remembered the title, though she could not read the cover or pages.]
I swore that I would keep it safe in my possession until I could return it to you once purified and safe in Greentruth…
[A book that had been with me for longer than she’d drawn breath, he’d said. The only blessing he had been granted in this place, but not only that something he would lose both eyes before seeing any harm come to it. And even though she had thought him surely dead after his capture… She’d clung to it still, pathetic or not.]
I swear that I did so, in Horos, but-
[She is too proud not to say that, to try and insist that if they had not been ripped again anew to a different place naked and disoriented that she would have kept her vow, but-]
In whatever journey we made fo this place… it was lost.
[Hayame grits her teeth. Genuine apologies did not come easy to her, no matter how warranted, but…]
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You’re wrong.. She had heard that far, far more, and though a more understanding or wise woman might acknowledge there were considerable cultural differences between herself and most all of the other aions… perhaps be able to accept them and not find only offense or alienation in those reactions…
A part of her still feels so pathetically happy that someone thought she was right about something. … Even though, as she announces her failure to the dirt between her forelegs.]
In Venera, you gave to me as hostage the book of your god.
[The Order of Numbers. She has remembered the title, though she could not read the cover or pages.]
I swore that I would keep it safe in my possession until I could return it to you once purified and safe in Greentruth…
[A book that had been with me for longer than she’d drawn breath, he’d said. The only blessing he had been granted in this place, but not only that something he would lose both eyes before seeing any harm come to it. And even though she had thought him surely dead after his capture… She’d clung to it still, pathetic or not.]
I swear that I did so, in Horos, but-
[She is too proud not to say that, to try and insist that if they had not been ripped again anew to a different place naked and disoriented that she would have kept her vow, but-]
In whatever journey we made fo this place… it was lost.
[Hayame grits her teeth. Genuine apologies did not come easy to her, no matter how warranted, but…]
… I am sorry.