[Even knowing that D is being facetious? sarcastic? for some reason does not stop Hayame from bristling in anger at hearing Sebastian Michaelis described as her "friend", lip peeling back slightly in disgust to reveal a flash of sharp fangs incongruous with both human and equine.]
Do not call it that.
[Not even "him". It. That foul beast made of shadows and eyes masquerading as a gentile, handsome man that smiled and served in order to live in the proverbial sun despite its darkness, the sheer depths of cruelty and immorality it was capable of. But after she says that... What does she say next? She just stands there, legs stiff, arms stiff, and the struggle is... It's probably a bit too obvious.
What did you say, when someone lost something like that? When she had been clutching her ruined face, blood crusted around the eyesocket emptied by the clever fingers of that demon that had plucked it out mid-battle, what had she wanted people to say? "I'm sorry" didn't begin to cover it, and it wasn't anyone else's fault to begin with. It all sounds so pathetic, she can remember lashing out at almost everything that was said to her except...]
- Then we will work to defeat that thing and revenge the both of us. Yes?
[Surely he wants that, too? If they were friends... was this not simply just another, sicker thing that tied them together? He had agreed to undertake a quest for her sake, but now... Perhaps he... ?]
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Do not call it that.
[Not even "him". It. That foul beast made of shadows and eyes masquerading as a gentile, handsome man that smiled and served in order to live in the proverbial sun despite its darkness, the sheer depths of cruelty and immorality it was capable of. But after she says that... What does she say next? She just stands there, legs stiff, arms stiff, and the struggle is... It's probably a bit too obvious.
What did you say, when someone lost something like that? When she had been clutching her ruined face, blood crusted around the eyesocket emptied by the clever fingers of that demon that had plucked it out mid-battle, what had she wanted people to say? "I'm sorry" didn't begin to cover it, and it wasn't anyone else's fault to begin with. It all sounds so pathetic, she can remember lashing out at almost everything that was said to her except...]
- Then we will work to defeat that thing and revenge the both of us. Yes?
[Surely he wants that, too? If they were friends... was this not simply just another, sicker thing that tied them together? He had agreed to undertake a quest for her sake, but now... Perhaps he... ?]