[It is too much, too suddenly, and even if she were forcibly made to be still and to answer... Hayame would not be able to identify what made her angrier between instinctive disgust, the jealousy of not being among those who had apparently known, and the betrayal of what she thought friendship was supposed to be. Was it truly all about what he was, that he was some sort of half-dead being that fed on lifeblood from the vein of living, sentient creatures? Perhaps she was burning with envy and upset over the simple fact that she had told him so much of herself only to find he was telling such things to others, not her? Could it be the fact that she had mistakenly thought them closer than that, and now felt like an utter fool to find out she hadn't known something so intrinsic about him this entire time? (Would she even have been able to accept what he was, if he had told her plainly and openly, like she seems to claim he should have? She doesn't know, now she'll never have the chance to know, and-)
It was all of it, all at once, when she had already been forced to live through her worst, most humiliating fear just moments before.]
You are the one who made us friends! It was you!
[If not for him saying it, for Set saying it, for Akua saying it, for Amos saying it... She never would have had the courage or the gall to label their relationships that way. Hayame was not meant to have friends, they were weaknesses, they would never understand her, she had been a fool to even think they trusted each other in the first place-
And though he tells her to stop, that she'll make it worse, at first she doesn't listen at all. She pushes past his attempts to pull her back and slams up against the plant stalk again, shaking the entire thing with the force of the blow, her cry of pain muffled only by clenched teeth. She tries to push the dislocated shoulder joint back into place through brute force, grinding bone against bone but it just-
It just-]
I never should have believed you... I never should have believed any of you!
[Her forehead is the next thing to slam into the stalk and her sharp teeth grit, biting out words like pathetic replacements for weapons, lashing out... but for a brief moment, it seems she had stopped. Whether it was because she had actually listened to him or it was just too painful to continue without first catching her breath...
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It was all of it, all at once, when she had already been forced to live through her worst, most humiliating fear just moments before.]
You are the one who made us friends! It was you!
[If not for him saying it, for Set saying it, for Akua saying it, for Amos saying it... She never would have had the courage or the gall to label their relationships that way. Hayame was not meant to have friends, they were weaknesses, they would never understand her, she had been a fool to even think they trusted each other in the first place-
And though he tells her to stop, that she'll make it worse, at first she doesn't listen at all. She pushes past his attempts to pull her back and slams up against the plant stalk again, shaking the entire thing with the force of the blow, her cry of pain muffled only by clenched teeth. She tries to push the dislocated shoulder joint back into place through brute force, grinding bone against bone but it just-
It just-]
I never should have believed you... I never should have believed any of you!
[Her forehead is the next thing to slam into the stalk and her sharp teeth grit, biting out words like pathetic replacements for weapons, lashing out... but for a brief moment, it seems she had stopped. Whether it was because she had actually listened to him or it was just too painful to continue without first catching her breath...
The subtle scent of salt is suddenly in the air.]