[Technically, Hayame has no reason to believe him when he promises her that nothing he might learn here would leave the tunnel. Once before he has already betrayed her trust, dragging insinuations about her past and character into the light in front of her allies and enemies both... and once before she has felt betrayed by it. For a moment, she does not respond to his offer. Instead, she loosens the binding around her breasts just enough that she can winnow her calloused fingers between the strips of cloth, seizing her shard and pulling it from between her breasts.]
You said before that I should not trust you again.
[He'd said he would do it again, and yet still she had reached out to him with this offer. So is she going to trust what he had said then, or will she trust what he said now? The single eye remaining to her does not glare or glower, but instead... she simply looks at him. It's unclear even if she is demanding an answer or not- she wonders if he will reassure her. But whether or not he does, she lifts her free hand to her lips, as if in pale mockery of the sort of kisses they had shared, which she remembers now all too clearly along with the bitter taste of failure. But unlike then, when she had tried carefully to avoid pricking him with her teeth-
This time, she uses the sharp canines that didn't seem to quite match with human or equine physiology to break the skin until blood-turned-sap wells up to the surface and pricks flavor on her tongue. Letting go of her bite, she uncurls the fingers of her other hand to reveal her shard, the black obsidian of the arrowhead-shaped gem turning slightly blue in the glow of his own.
She thinks she is ready, but first-]
... If we are to exchange the energy that has forced into us, I doubt you will experience anything pleasant.
[She cares enough to warn him. Or perhaps it is simply caring about herself, and guarding the visions she has been tormented with since Zenith crept into her body. All of the reasons her world wasn't worth saving, the horrors of her race's existence... will they be transferred to him? Will he see the things she has guarded so carefully? Or to him, will those energies be a comfort instead of a haunting?]
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You said before that I should not trust you again.
[He'd said he would do it again, and yet still she had reached out to him with this offer. So is she going to trust what he had said then, or will she trust what he said now? The single eye remaining to her does not glare or glower, but instead... she simply looks at him. It's unclear even if she is demanding an answer or not- she wonders if he will reassure her. But whether or not he does, she lifts her free hand to her lips, as if in pale mockery of the sort of kisses they had shared, which she remembers now all too clearly along with the bitter taste of failure. But unlike then, when she had tried carefully to avoid pricking him with her teeth-
This time, she uses the sharp canines that didn't seem to quite match with human or equine physiology to break the skin until blood-turned-sap wells up to the surface and pricks flavor on her tongue. Letting go of her bite, she uncurls the fingers of her other hand to reveal her shard, the black obsidian of the arrowhead-shaped gem turning slightly blue in the glow of his own.
She thinks she is ready, but first-]
... If we are to exchange the energy that has forced into us, I doubt you will experience anything pleasant.
[She cares enough to warn him. Or perhaps it is simply caring about herself, and guarding the visions she has been tormented with since Zenith crept into her body. All of the reasons her world wasn't worth saving, the horrors of her race's existence... will they be transferred to him? Will he see the things she has guarded so carefully? Or to him, will those energies be a comfort instead of a haunting?]