[ Get away from him, Gen says— but where can she even go? Towards the walls, and just get tangled up in the roots like poor Amos over there, thrashing like a trapped animal? A hot, biting irritation bubbles underneath her attempts to keep herself neutral, at the situation, the dryad for pushing things this far, and truthfully, even a bit at Kaeya and Amos for setting things off to a point of no return. ]
Oh, no you don't. You got us into this mess.
[ She huffs - it's almost comically not befitting of the gravity of the situation considering the childish blame game, and that's her intention: to break even a bit of the tension in the room, to try to elicit a reaction from Kaeya himself, not the dryad. It's obvious he's being controlled in some way - so that means the dryad is here listening, too? Kaeya is still in there, she's sure of it, and whatever she has to do to prevent him from going through with it, and for them all to make it out of this, she's going to do. There's no way in hell she'll let herself die here - so her vision and mental state tunnels into that single focus to survive, throwing away all else. If she has to hurt him to do that, so be it. If she has to hurt herself to do that? So be it. Whatever she has to throw away to get out? That's fine. Even being able to go back on their original agreement to put up some flesh would be a win in this scenario - it's nothing she wasn't prepared to do, anyway. ]
All it wants is a sacrifice, right? [ Kaeya's still standing before her, knife brandished, and she doesn't move to stand - but she does raise out her left hand, holding it palm up. How can she placate a spirit who just got stabbed in the face or whatever 20 times? All she can think to do is try to give it what it wants, and to try to surrender it earnestly - pray that the others will follow suit. ] Tell it that it can have whatever it wants from my hand. Promise. No funny business. So please just stop this...
[ The faster they get it over with, the faster everyone's suffering will end, right...? ]
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Oh, no you don't. You got us into this mess.
[ She huffs - it's almost comically not befitting of the gravity of the situation considering the childish blame game, and that's her intention: to break even a bit of the tension in the room, to try to elicit a reaction from Kaeya himself, not the dryad. It's obvious he's being controlled in some way - so that means the dryad is here listening, too? Kaeya is still in there, she's sure of it, and whatever she has to do to prevent him from going through with it, and for them all to make it out of this, she's going to do. There's no way in hell she'll let herself die here - so her vision and mental state tunnels into that single focus to survive, throwing away all else. If she has to hurt him to do that, so be it. If she has to hurt herself to do that? So be it. Whatever she has to throw away to get out? That's fine. Even being able to go back on their original agreement to put up some flesh would be a win in this scenario - it's nothing she wasn't prepared to do, anyway. ]
All it wants is a sacrifice, right? [ Kaeya's still standing before her, knife brandished, and she doesn't move to stand - but she does raise out her left hand, holding it palm up. How can she placate a spirit who just got stabbed in the face or whatever 20 times? All she can think to do is try to give it what it wants, and to try to surrender it earnestly - pray that the others will follow suit. ] Tell it that it can have whatever it wants from my hand. Promise. No funny business. So please just stop this...
[ The faster they get it over with, the faster everyone's suffering will end, right...? ]