[Since the Oracle had made clear the rules of engagement, Hayame had come to see nearly everyone around her not as enemy or ally... but as enemy, traitor, or potential traitor. Around her, the weak-willed were letting themselves be swayed by anyone with a silver tongue and a soothing word, and the few strong among them were yet staying their hands when they could be dolling out judgements.
It is infuriating. It is isolating. It is exhausting.]
Watch it.
[She pulls up short coming out of a side tunnel when Byleth appears in front of her, looking down at the man from her superior height (not that that was the strange part of the interaction). She might not know the mercenary well, but she associated him with a much calmer, serious state... Still, perhaps it can be explained just by the situation here beneath the tree roots. She does not know. What she does know... is what she had overheard him say last. They have not spoken about it. - She does not know how to speak about it.
So she just stands there, as if waiting for his response to her warning.]
no subject
It is infuriating. It is isolating. It is exhausting.]
Watch it.
[She pulls up short coming out of a side tunnel when Byleth appears in front of her, looking down at the man from her superior height (not that that was the strange part of the interaction). She might not know the mercenary well, but she associated him with a much calmer, serious state... Still, perhaps it can be explained just by the situation here beneath the tree roots. She does not know. What she does know... is what she had overheard him say last. They have not spoken about it. - She does not know how to speak about it.
So she just stands there, as if waiting for his response to her warning.]