[Hayame’s response to that is fast as lightening and just as forceful, without a single crack that shows a weakness which might be wormed in to in order to expand her doubts. She does not turn to look at him when she says it, but she might as well have- her expression twists slightly with frustration.]
No amount of strangers with strange magic saying it is so becomes proof. Worlds are not mortal.
[They’re worlds. The Regent… The woman Yima… they claimed it so, there had been vague dreams and senses at most, but what was that? She is supposed to believe the word of someone she does not trust about something so life altering, not just to her but to countless thousands? Millions? Hayame has never heard tale of a god who unmade a world… And why would they? Without something to rule, what even was godhood?
Her tail flicks angrily behind her. She’s had this argument a hundred times, and she does not wish to have it again. Especially… not when she’d finally agreed with someone about something, actually begin to… to commiserate… But she also cannot let the comment just slide.
… Once her clap of argument ends, however-]
I am not with either. I do not need your apologies.
no subject
[Hayame’s response to that is fast as lightening and just as forceful, without a single crack that shows a weakness which might be wormed in to in order to expand her doubts. She does not turn to look at him when she says it, but she might as well have- her expression twists slightly with frustration.]
No amount of strangers with strange magic saying it is so becomes proof. Worlds are not mortal.
[They’re worlds. The Regent… The woman Yima… they claimed it so, there had been vague dreams and senses at most, but what was that? She is supposed to believe the word of someone she does not trust about something so life altering, not just to her but to countless thousands? Millions? Hayame has never heard tale of a god who unmade a world… And why would they? Without something to rule, what even was godhood?
Her tail flicks angrily behind her. She’s had this argument a hundred times, and she does not wish to have it again. Especially… not when she’d finally agreed with someone about something, actually begin to… to commiserate… But she also cannot let the comment just slide.
… Once her clap of argument ends, however-]
I am not with either. I do not need your apologies.
[Not Zenith. Not Meridian.]