Refusing to let her guard down even now, Hayame’s eye remains trained on Claude as he moves, following him with the gathered remnants of her tattered pride and rage until he disappears from sight and leaves her alone. Why is it that when she wishes to be heard it feels as if no one in Meridian listens, and yet when she wants least to be addressed…
She is so tired. Of all of it. The weak part of her thinks… what a pathetic (fitting) end it would be. The Blight claiming everything.
Sleep comes quickly, but it is not restful. Over the course of the night a slight chill in her extremities becomes a full body cold, and the stiffness climbs up from fingers to joints, the skin growing numb with frostbite. And by the time morning comes and Claude returns to the sitting room…
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Refusing to let her guard down even now, Hayame’s eye remains trained on Claude as he moves, following him with the gathered remnants of her tattered pride and rage until he disappears from sight and leaves her alone. Why is it that when she wishes to be heard it feels as if no one in Meridian listens, and yet when she wants least to be addressed…
She is so tired. Of all of it. The weak part of her thinks… what a pathetic (fitting) end it would be. The Blight claiming everything.
Sleep comes quickly, but it is not restful. Over the course of the night a slight chill in her extremities becomes a full body cold, and the stiffness climbs up from fingers to joints, the skin growing numb with frostbite. And by the time morning comes and Claude returns to the sitting room…
Hayame does not rise, though her eyes are open.]