[The Oracle had made clear the rules of engagement, and in that instant Hayame had come to see nearly everyone around her not as enemy or ally... but as enemy, traitor, or potential traitor. The weak-willed could be swayed by anyone with a silver tongue and a soothing word, and the weak in power could be cornered and forced into accepting the energies of an enemy faction.
In these circumstances... how is she supposed to assure a Meridian victory?
The soulless eyes of the Iconoclast effigy catch her gaze... until someone else does. Dextera... Hayame does not move a muscle beyond a twitch and a tightening in the back of her jaw, but she does not need to move to answer. To ask,]
With what?
[She thinks she knows already. At least, she knows what she thinks of him.
no subject
In these circumstances... how is she supposed to assure a Meridian victory?
The soulless eyes of the Iconoclast effigy catch her gaze... until someone else does. Dextera... Hayame does not move a muscle beyond a twitch and a tightening in the back of her jaw, but she does not need to move to answer. To ask,]
With what?
[She thinks she knows already. At least, she knows what she thinks of him.
"Potential traitor".]