There is nothing you can do that will earn my trust.
[Sothis turned back towards him, her frown edging into something far more bitter. To float the idea that Claude had more than a snowball's chances in hell to earn even a speck of trust from her was downright laughable. She was done with trust. She was done with humans. The only one deserving of her attention was the one whose body she inhabited, and even then, that was out of pure necessity and forced circumstances.]
Humanity as a species lost that privilege when they betrayed me - not once, but twice! Do you think me ignorant as to what those Hero Relics truly are? Or the origins of your "Goddess gifted" Crests?!
[Rage cracked through her voice then - blistering and intense and inhuman - but as quickly as it flashed it was neatly packed away, Sothis letting out a harsh exhale and turning her scowl to the nearby wall instead. The topic never failed to make her vision tinge red - the realisation she had, when she had prompted Byleth pick up that ridiculous Church's scriptures and read it through... the realisation...
But the vengeful fury that quivered through her being was muzzled by Byleth. She couldn't lash out indiscriminately - even she knew the descendants were not to blame for their ancestors' sins - but neither did she have any other way to vent this grief except to sleep through it. Whenever the urge to inflict it on Byleth rose in her, just one look at him killed it immediately, leaving dissatisfaction in its wake. Sothis wasn't so far gone that she would descend to that low.]
Do not speak of trust to me again, mortal. You will only earn tolerance from me. [...] And perhaps I will tolerate the idea of you standing vigil over us. Even I must bow to the biological necessities of my vessel, and it seems adequate rest is one of them.
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[Sothis turned back towards him, her frown edging into something far more bitter. To float the idea that Claude had more than a snowball's chances in hell to earn even a speck of trust from her was downright laughable. She was done with trust. She was done with humans. The only one deserving of her attention was the one whose body she inhabited, and even then, that was out of pure necessity and forced circumstances.]
Humanity as a species lost that privilege when they betrayed me - not once, but twice! Do you think me ignorant as to what those Hero Relics truly are? Or the origins of your "Goddess gifted" Crests?!
[Rage cracked through her voice then - blistering and intense and inhuman - but as quickly as it flashed it was neatly packed away, Sothis letting out a harsh exhale and turning her scowl to the nearby wall instead. The topic never failed to make her vision tinge red - the realisation she had, when she had prompted Byleth pick up that ridiculous Church's scriptures and read it through... the realisation...
But the vengeful fury that quivered through her being was muzzled by Byleth. She couldn't lash out indiscriminately - even she knew the descendants were not to blame for their ancestors' sins - but neither did she have any other way to vent this grief except to sleep through it. Whenever the urge to inflict it on Byleth rose in her, just one look at him killed it immediately, leaving dissatisfaction in its wake. Sothis wasn't so far gone that she would descend to that low.]
Do not speak of trust to me again, mortal. You will only earn tolerance from me. [...] And perhaps I will tolerate the idea of you standing vigil over us. Even I must bow to the biological necessities of my vessel, and it seems adequate rest is one of them.