[Does she even wish to belong? With as hurt and offended as Hayame already looks, it is almost impossible to look more so… but she is. He should know how stupid it even is to act as if the other “centaurs” were her people when they weren’t, they just looked like they could be, some of them, but they had different languages, different cultures, different gods, different homeworlds-
And it didn’t even matter if they would accept her. She is a shard-bearer of this generation, and her fate is tightly bound to the others of the same. None of which were like her. Not even close. She tries to curl her hands into fists but strain crosses her features, she should have held it together long enough for him to help her with her shoulder-]
You ate his blood! Do you think one eye is not enough to see you gulp it down?
[That is that Liem wants to argue? The semantics of the word “eating”? Perhaps she should have said “drink”, technically, but the result was the same. Blood was in his stomach, blood he had intentionally swallowed. Blood like the stain around Mikuni’s mouth, on his hand when he’d held out the freshly cut piece of liver to her and said it’s fresh.
She’s going to be sick again. Does he think invoking Set like that means anything at all? That saying “he is beyond such concerns” as if it were a good thing (instead of just a thing) meant—]
Anyone can tell Set anything.
[Wickedness and depravity, he says- so he admits it? The god was bizarre in his reactions, accepting of seemingly everything, even that which caused his “friends” pain and anguish, while simultaneously deciding what seems to Hayame at random what petty little weaklings he would actually “care” for in defiance of these rules, so it truly does not impress her to know that Set knew and she did not. That Set was trusted and she was not, when at least she would have-
If he’d told her, if he’d explained it, and not-]
But I didn’t ask who you told. I asked who knows.
[She is not so incensed that the difference in the wording escapes her.]
no subject
And it didn’t even matter if they would accept her. She is a shard-bearer of this generation, and her fate is tightly bound to the others of the same. None of which were like her. Not even close. She tries to curl her hands into fists but strain crosses her features, she should have held it together long enough for him to help her with her shoulder-]
You ate his blood! Do you think one eye is not enough to see you gulp it down?
[That is that Liem wants to argue? The semantics of the word “eating”? Perhaps she should have said “drink”, technically, but the result was the same. Blood was in his stomach, blood he had intentionally swallowed. Blood like the stain around Mikuni’s mouth, on his hand when he’d held out the freshly cut piece of liver to her and said it’s fresh.
She’s going to be sick again. Does he think invoking Set like that means anything at all? That saying “he is beyond such concerns” as if it were a good thing (instead of just a thing) meant—]
Anyone can tell Set anything.
[Wickedness and depravity, he says- so he admits it? The god was bizarre in his reactions, accepting of seemingly everything, even that which caused his “friends” pain and anguish, while simultaneously deciding what seems to Hayame at random what petty little weaklings he would actually “care” for in defiance of these rules, so it truly does not impress her to know that Set knew and she did not. That Set was trusted and she was not, when at least she would have-
If he’d told her, if he’d explained it, and not-]
But I didn’t ask who you told. I asked who knows.
[She is not so incensed that the difference in the wording escapes her.]
How many, Liem?
[Was she disgusted by him, or was she jealous?]