[The alternative. The one where they all just slowly die of the Blight one by one, all because the leaders of Zenith and Meridian just had to send people to that gods damned frozen island. Hayame almost curses them aloud, nearly expresses a lack of hope (again), but instead…
She rubs her thumb once more over the golden crescent. There’s no coming out for her blood now, though, and she looks upon the two shards in her hand with a somewhat unreadable expression before she finally moved that hand to winnow her fingers between the collapsing bindings to refix the arrowhead-like obsidian one between her breasts. Once it is back where is belongs (as if there was anything natural about them having shards at all)…]
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She rubs her thumb once more over the golden crescent. There’s no coming out for her blood now, though, and she looks upon the two shards in her hand with a somewhat unreadable expression before she finally moved that hand to winnow her fingers between the collapsing bindings to refix the arrowhead-like obsidian one between her breasts. Once it is back where is belongs (as if there was anything natural about them having shards at all)…]
You were a fool to offer me this like you did.
[She holds his out to him, palm up.]