[He had not known? And if he had, what then? He would not have gone crawling to her torturer to be fucked? He would not have rubbed it in her face in every lewd detail? ... Hayame does not get to hear that answer, because someone else arrives in the room with them.
Someone she recognizes immediately. Ironically, not from ever having the "pleasure" of meeting the other man in person. Theirs has been fights over Communion, clashes over attempts at diplomacy over what would become of Manon's shard. What she knows about him primarily comes from others, and the information shared within her faction. But even before that, a god of war had told her what bound this man to the demon she has sworn to revenge herself against. Then, she had not cared much for the knowledge. What did it matter to her that Silco was the "master" of that thing masquerading as a man? She was not the dishonorable sort of woman who would strike at someone to wound someone else.
- But this is the Harbinger Oracle's trial. This is a labyrinth in which they have all but been told implicitly to show the effigy their drive, their determination, what lengths they will go to in order to be the one and only who claims it. She has attacked every single Zenite she has encountered so far already. So if this one, in particular, would make her especially, vindictively satisfied, well... ? That is just a coincidental bonus.
The arrow she'd had notched on the string before she encountered Voryn, the one she had wanted to punch through his shameless throat, flies through the air into the space that Silco had occupied mere seconds after he vanished into invisibility. The next arrow is ready and lacking only the exact target just as quickly, and though she opens her mouth-]
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Someone she recognizes immediately. Ironically, not from ever having the "pleasure" of meeting the other man in person. Theirs has been fights over Communion, clashes over attempts at diplomacy over what would become of Manon's shard. What she knows about him primarily comes from others, and the information shared within her faction. But even before that, a god of war had told her what bound this man to the demon she has sworn to revenge herself against. Then, she had not cared much for the knowledge. What did it matter to her that Silco was the "master" of that thing masquerading as a man? She was not the dishonorable sort of woman who would strike at someone to wound someone else.
- But this is the Harbinger Oracle's trial. This is a labyrinth in which they have all but been told implicitly to show the effigy their drive, their determination, what lengths they will go to in order to be the one and only who claims it. She has attacked every single Zenite she has encountered so far already. So if this one, in particular, would make her especially, vindictively satisfied, well... ? That is just a coincidental bonus.
The arrow she'd had notched on the string before she encountered Voryn, the one she had wanted to punch through his shameless throat, flies through the air into the space that Silco had occupied mere seconds after he vanished into invisibility. The next arrow is ready and lacking only the exact target just as quickly, and though she opens her mouth-]