[There are certain words that stand out in his answer. A certain name, that connect with certain flinches and winces in a labyrinth racing towards the Harbinger. A theory she had dismissed early on, because what would be the point, why that man?, but now-
They had bet on it. He had laughed that sick-sounding, not-charming-at-all laugh thinking about whether she would rip the eye he’d implanted in her head out of the socket with her own hands or not. She almost had, collapsed on the floor of her home, until Claude had taken her hands from her face and begged her not to.
She should have, just so that this demon would not have “won”. She should have killed him in the Iconoclast Oracle trial, and not let her heart be swayed by someone who would turn out to be all too welcome to demons. She should have demanded his head from the god she worshiped, if gods were so powerful. She should have just-
Shot him.
The arrow flies across the spaceship’s corridor faster than it takes a disappointed sigh to finish dissipating in the air.]
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They had bet on it. He had laughed that sick-sounding, not-charming-at-all laugh thinking about whether she would rip the eye he’d implanted in her head out of the socket with her own hands or not. She almost had, collapsed on the floor of her home, until Claude had taken her hands from her face and begged her not to.
She should have, just so that this demon would not have “won”. She should have killed him in the Iconoclast Oracle trial, and not let her heart be swayed by someone who would turn out to be all too welcome to demons. She should have demanded his head from the god she worshiped, if gods were so powerful. She should have just-
Shot him.
The arrow flies across the spaceship’s corridor faster than it takes a disappointed sigh to finish dissipating in the air.]