[Sothis really couldn't help it - she let out a sudden laugh, choppy and sharp, like it was an act the body was unused to.]
Oh, everything. Did you not pay attention to the fairy tales woven into those scriptures of yours? Something about how the Ten Elites were gifted Crests and Relics from the goddess...
[She paused briefly.]
In actuality, a long time ago, those 'Ten Elites' slaughtered my children, stole their Crests, and to add insult to injury, violated their corpses to craft your 'Heroes Relics'. They were not gifts - that Crest is not yours! It was my child's-!
[She stopped abruptly, biting her tongue at the last second - hard enough that she tasted blood. She growled, low, right in the back of her throat, before turning away. She couldn't even discuss it, the fury of it almost overwhelming. It seemed the saying was true: when mortals were angry enough, they did see red. Biology was amazing.]
...hm.
[As quick as her rage caught, it guttered out into something apathetic and tired. Raging about it will not turn back time - perhaps, if she had been in her original body at the peak of her strength. But that'll never happen now. Her new reality is this pathetic half-life, one that may even end within a few days, if this ritual imploded or killed them all, or whatever. Yelling her grief and anger at Dimitri will do nothing but make things very awkward for them both because... because this human had done literally nothing to her - she... acknowledged that.
So, still tasting blood and grinding her molars together, she gritted out:] Nevermind. Forget what I just said. This conversation is done.
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Oh, everything. Did you not pay attention to the fairy tales woven into those scriptures of yours? Something about how the Ten Elites were gifted Crests and Relics from the goddess...
[She paused briefly.]
In actuality, a long time ago, those 'Ten Elites' slaughtered my children, stole their Crests, and to add insult to injury, violated their corpses to craft your 'Heroes Relics'. They were not gifts - that Crest is not yours! It was my child's-!
[She stopped abruptly, biting her tongue at the last second - hard enough that she tasted blood. She growled, low, right in the back of her throat, before turning away. She couldn't even discuss it, the fury of it almost overwhelming. It seemed the saying was true: when mortals were angry enough, they did see red. Biology was amazing.]
...hm.
[As quick as her rage caught, it guttered out into something apathetic and tired. Raging about it will not turn back time - perhaps, if she had been in her original body at the peak of her strength. But that'll never happen now. Her new reality is this pathetic half-life, one that may even end within a few days, if this ritual imploded or killed them all, or whatever. Yelling her grief and anger at Dimitri will do nothing but make things very awkward for them both because... because this human had done literally nothing to her - she... acknowledged that.
So, still tasting blood and grinding her molars together, she gritted out:] Nevermind. Forget what I just said. This conversation is done.