[It happens fast, because Hayame is not the one about to die. Her life does not flash before her eye. (Eyes.) She is not privy to Silco's thoughts because she is not a Harbinger and she doesn't want to be in the head of that man, of any man, of anyone that isn't her. The wizened, bitter thing masquerading as a human lifts his head, begins to say something-
And then her arrow bursts through his head, in one side and out the other.
For all that she has been accused in the past by enemy and ally alike of being cruel, Hayame takes no pleasure or delight in the grotesque sight of what the long, thick arrows designed to be fired from the powerful bow of a jinba can do to bone. She feels proud, yes, the thrill of victory, but it won't be complete until his shard is crushed into just as many pieces as his skull. The blood, the brain matter, she's seen it before, splattered on the snow instead of half onto stone flooring and half onto a temporary ally. What she wants to see is the man's corpse vanish, leaving behind-
His soul, clattering to the ground, skidding, tottering--
She thinks that she shouts. Something like "grab it", something to Voryn, she knows they both scramble for it, but in that precious fucking second... the inky black thing is gone. Or no, just "gone" would have been a blessing. Instead, it lands in the possession of someone who should have just as much reason as any of them to kill the man called Silco. Someone who claimed to be a Meridian, but who refused to shatter that shard, refused to return it to them so that it might be done, no matter what they said-
And just that comically, tragically, ironically, pathetically... Silco's shard is safe, he lives, and they-]
Son of a bitch!
[The side of Hayame's fist slams into the stone walls of the labyrinth, rage burning in her eyes. Both of them, even the sickly green one that had been forced into her skull. One that, unbeknownst to her...
Temporarily had no one watching through it for the first time since it had been implanted.]
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And then her arrow bursts through his head, in one side and out the other.
For all that she has been accused in the past by enemy and ally alike of being cruel, Hayame takes no pleasure or delight in the grotesque sight of what the long, thick arrows designed to be fired from the powerful bow of a jinba can do to bone. She feels proud, yes, the thrill of victory, but it won't be complete until his shard is crushed into just as many pieces as his skull. The blood, the brain matter, she's seen it before, splattered on the snow instead of half onto stone flooring and half onto a temporary ally. What she wants to see is the man's corpse vanish, leaving behind-
His soul, clattering to the ground, skidding, tottering--
She thinks that she shouts. Something like "grab it", something to Voryn, she knows they both scramble for it, but in that precious fucking second... the inky black thing is gone. Or no, just "gone" would have been a blessing. Instead, it lands in the possession of someone who should have just as much reason as any of them to kill the man called Silco. Someone who claimed to be a Meridian, but who refused to shatter that shard, refused to return it to them so that it might be done, no matter what they said-
And just that comically, tragically, ironically, pathetically... Silco's shard is safe, he lives, and they-]
Son of a bitch!
[The side of Hayame's fist slams into the stone walls of the labyrinth, rage burning in her eyes. Both of them, even the sickly green one that had been forced into her skull. One that, unbeknownst to her...
Temporarily had no one watching through it for the first time since it had been implanted.]