She had known that Amos was Zenith through and through, but to hear him say that so simply as if the Zenith in her system was something she needed, as if it were fact. That it would be so easy to simply give in, and her heart ached for how she knew that yet again she warred against her very nature because of a promise. Something that didn't matter to the dead.
How long are you going to pretend to be something you aren't, Akua? a voice whispers, something only she can hear. There is guilt, that radiates through the communion, something that she feels normally deep into her core, but she often pretended she did not feel, and yet... yet here, in this space, she feels it. Did she have the right to end all of those lives over again? To write them off?
If Calernia had been obliterated from Creation, or if the Elamael had truly been unleashed across all of creation, why is it that she is left to regret? Why is she the one who is left fighting, playing the villain when it would be so simple? It is not like she'd see Catherine's face again, feel her lips on hers again... Or feel her knife in her belly again... ]
It may.
[ She says, that age-old, weary despair in her voice, as she held out her hand to him.
She heard Catherine's chuckle, a sharp, derisive laugh in the back of her mind. I knew you were still the same, and Akua feels in that moment that she is still the same, to accept the offer. ]
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She had known that Amos was Zenith through and through, but to hear him say that so simply as if the Zenith in her system was something she needed, as if it were fact. That it would be so easy to simply give in, and her heart ached for how she knew that yet again she warred against her very nature because of a promise. Something that didn't matter to the dead.
How long are you going to pretend to be something you aren't, Akua? a voice whispers, something only she can hear. There is guilt, that radiates through the communion, something that she feels normally deep into her core, but she often pretended she did not feel, and yet... yet here, in this space, she feels it. Did she have the right to end all of those lives over again? To write them off?
If Calernia had been obliterated from Creation, or if the Elamael had truly been unleashed across all of creation, why is it that she is left to regret? Why is she the one who is left fighting, playing the villain when it would be so simple? It is not like she'd see Catherine's face again, feel her lips on hers again... Or feel her knife in her belly again... ]
It may.
[ She says, that age-old, weary despair in her voice, as she held out her hand to him.
She heard Catherine's chuckle, a sharp, derisive laugh in the back of her mind. I knew you were still the same, and Akua feels in that moment that she is still the same, to accept the offer. ]