[ The Hall of Mirrors? When was that, where was that? Oh. Right. Right, the Scorching Isles. It feels so long ago now that he had laid claim to portions of that forgotten land, before being so thoroughly robbed of what he was owed. Someone had suggested commanded he let it go, sunk cost fallacy sunk cost fallacy sunk cost fallacy ( save what you can, destroy the rest; you are not a blessed hero ), and he could still feel their skin tearing under his teeth. The taste of blood makes him sick to the stomach.
( Men gather before him, gleaming eyes and sour mouths. Don't worry. She hasn't been dead for long, so her ib should still be fresh. / Don't you want the souls of women and children? / Our mission, the very reason we exist, is to help you consume souls. ) Hayame can never know. Hayame can never know these things about him; he does not, he would not! but others thought he would. The opinion of others had always informed how they looked upon him.
What will he see, when he looks up to her? Contempt? Pity? ]
I d, do not want to become trapped in my own mind.
[ She is not here for him to burden himself upon her, but the opposite.
He does not have to think of his own painfully, vibrantly 'human' existence if he can be of aid to her. Stripped of his divinity, it makes everything more disorienting. He fears things he should not fear, he is concerned for things that otherwise would have no hold upon him, he feels pain that ought not to affect him in the least. It is insanity, to him. ( The impression of it may feel like a jinba upon her own hooves, standing upon ice with no land in sight. Of treading water, of a crack running through her bow while endless enemies continue to surround her. ) ]
Sit, and talk with me. [ Though, the uptick at the end makes a mild command into a question. ] Or, rest. It is hard to find rest here, when one must worry about someone forcing themselves upon you.
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[ The Hall of Mirrors? When was that, where was that? Oh. Right. Right, the Scorching Isles. It feels so long ago now that he had laid claim to portions of that forgotten land, before being so thoroughly robbed of what he was owed. Someone had
suggestedcommanded he let it go, sunk cost fallacy sunk cost fallacy sunk cost fallacy ( save what you can, destroy the rest; you are not a blessed hero ), and he could still feel their skin tearing under his teeth. The taste of blood makes him sick to the stomach.( Men gather before him, gleaming eyes and sour mouths. Don't worry. She hasn't been dead for long, so her ib should still be fresh. / Don't you want the souls of women and children? / Our mission, the very reason we exist, is to help you consume souls. ) Hayame can never know. Hayame can never know these things about him; he does not, he would not! but others thought he would. The opinion of others had always informed how they looked upon him.
What will he see, when he looks up to her? Contempt? Pity? ]
I d, do not want to become trapped in my own mind.
[ She is not here for him to burden himself upon her, but the opposite.
He does not have to think of his own painfully, vibrantly 'human' existence if he can be of aid to her. Stripped of his divinity, it makes everything more disorienting. He fears things he should not fear, he is concerned for things that otherwise would have no hold upon him, he feels pain that ought not to affect him in the least. It is insanity, to him. ( The impression of it may feel like a jinba upon her own hooves, standing upon ice with no land in sight. Of treading water, of a crack running through her bow while endless enemies continue to surround her. ) ]
Sit, and talk with me. [ Though, the uptick at the end makes a mild command into a question. ] Or, rest. It is hard to find rest here, when one must worry about someone forcing themselves upon you.