[The last time she had seen Amos had been far different than this tense, bitter stand-off. It had been peaceful in the glowing dark, content and quiet and understood…
But for every moment of togetherness there is one that reminds (no, not “reminds”, it’s not like she ever forgot-) that they stand on opposing sides. Hayame has forged herself to a blade to accomplish what needs to be done, to try and make up for those who are too soft to do the same… and she cannot bend here. Not anymore than she could in the debates over Manon’s shard, in the Hall of Mirrors, at the World’s Edge…
Later, she will condemn herself for weakness. What if Meridian had lost by a single life, if she had just killed one more-
But she lets him go, even though he’s unarmed and alone, her eye dark and her brow furrowed beneath the obscuring leather of her eyepatch. She stands in front of Dextera and stares him down as he takes those slow steps, waiting for one, two, three to turn into four, ten, twenty, one hundred…]
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But for every moment of togetherness there is one that reminds (no, not “reminds”, it’s not like she ever forgot-) that they stand on opposing sides. Hayame has forged herself to a blade to accomplish what needs to be done, to try and make up for those who are too soft to do the same… and she cannot bend here. Not anymore than she could in the debates over Manon’s shard, in the Hall of Mirrors, at the World’s Edge…
Later, she will condemn herself for weakness. What if Meridian had lost by a single life, if she had just killed one more-
But she lets him go, even though he’s unarmed and alone, her eye dark and her brow furrowed beneath the obscuring leather of her eyepatch. She stands in front of Dextera and stares him down as he takes those slow steps, waiting for one, two, three to turn into four, ten, twenty, one hundred…]