[Is she still hallucinating, seeing visions of her worst fears come to form in front of the one eye she has left? No, she had broken that spell with her own will and then shredded the rest of it with Set's divine blessing, and so what stands before her, Liem, dripping Amos' blood from his mouth with eyes burnished red... It must be real.
Even though it cannot be.
She cannot have known this man an entire year and never known that he consumed the blood of others. It is impossible. She had always known... of course she had always known he was not human, not with those ears and those eyes and that unnaturally pale skin, but she had just... She had assume he was some sort of elf, perhaps? No, she hadn't even really considered a label. He had just been... not human, like her.
But this... ? It suddenly strikes her, there standing stupid and dumb on the outskirts of the Zenith camp that they really should be fleeing from, where she had encountered someone with a similar underlying scent. That man, though, he called himself a-
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Everything shuts down except the mission, their duty, the need to get the Wing out of there. She can only allow herself to consider can she run?]
Ah.
[Whether she can does not matter. It will be painful, but she will. Another day, she surely would have extended her hand to him. Liem is the only man she has ever let willingly onto her back, and in a situation like this, she would normally offer the honor and expeditious speed again. Except she doesn't. Her eye flicks to Amos, slumped on the ground. Will he die? Should she care, after what he did to her? Hayame's pupil dilates. The blood drips further down her cheek.
Still in shock, she turns. The Wing had to make it to camp in Meridian custody. The Zenites would soon realize something was amiss. Despite the pain of it, she grits her teeth to muffle the whimper when she grabs her right hand and forces it backwards, back until the fingers can weakly grab onto the girth she wears to align her body for full speed running. Grabbing the other side with the left she clumsily throws herself into a canter, cold sweat beginning to break out on her skin immediately as each hoof fall jars her wrenched shoulder.
Liem has... Liem has spells. Wings that work. Liem can keep up. Liem can-]
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Even though it cannot be.
She cannot have known this man an entire year and never known that he consumed the blood of others. It is impossible. She had always known... of course she had always known he was not human, not with those ears and those eyes and that unnaturally pale skin, but she had just... She had assume he was some sort of elf, perhaps? No, she hadn't even really considered a label. He had just been... not human, like her.
But this... ? It suddenly strikes her, there standing stupid and dumb on the outskirts of the Zenith camp that they really should be fleeing from, where she had encountered someone with a similar underlying scent. That man, though, he called himself a-
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Everything shuts down except the mission, their duty, the need to get the Wing out of there. She can only allow herself to consider can she run?]
Ah.
[Whether she can does not matter. It will be painful, but she will. Another day, she surely would have extended her hand to him. Liem is the only man she has ever let willingly onto her back, and in a situation like this, she would normally offer the honor and expeditious speed again. Except she doesn't. Her eye flicks to Amos, slumped on the ground. Will he die? Should she care, after what he did to her? Hayame's pupil dilates. The blood drips further down her cheek.
Still in shock, she turns. The Wing had to make it to camp in Meridian custody. The Zenites would soon realize something was amiss. Despite the pain of it, she grits her teeth to muffle the whimper when she grabs her right hand and forces it backwards, back until the fingers can weakly grab onto the girth she wears to align her body for full speed running. Grabbing the other side with the left she clumsily throws herself into a canter, cold sweat beginning to break out on her skin immediately as each hoof fall jars her wrenched shoulder.
Liem has... Liem has spells. Wings that work. Liem can keep up. Liem can-]