[ Her tone sharp, iron. ] When does a knot become a noose? If the rope thrown to one becomes a sweet poison that is desired, and perspective changed, is it not still punishment? To look upon your works, on tens of thousands of souls, and know that their sacrifice was unnecessary. To know that you were wrong, and the unforgivable has happened?
To be shown kindness in the face of that, to look upon what you could not have, and understand that redemption is unattainable?
[ Akua's tone was sharp, but under that was a soft waver, something unusual for the woman so self-possessed. The sound of someone who had done the unforgivable, and been forced to reckon with the aftermath. To be drug through it, made to understand how unnecessary it had been, how that line crossed had damned her for not just her life.
No, not her life at all. She knew it, deep in her bones and her soul. She was no longer just human, no longer simply Named. She was immortal. Perhaps less-so here, but in Calernia, it reverberated within her. ]
I can spend hundreds of lifetimes, thousands, and it will never be unforgivable.
Ask the Warden, if you wish to see the nature of my sentence.
Oh wait, you never can. You're not real.
[ Another line of mirrors shattered, eradicating the places to hide, there were only so many left now. ]
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[ Her tone sharp, iron. ] When does a knot become a noose? If the rope thrown to one becomes a sweet poison that is desired, and perspective changed, is it not still punishment? To look upon your works, on tens of thousands of souls, and know that their sacrifice was unnecessary. To know that you were wrong, and the unforgivable has happened?
To be shown kindness in the face of that, to look upon what you could not have, and understand that redemption is unattainable?
[ Akua's tone was sharp, but under that was a soft waver, something unusual for the woman so self-possessed. The sound of someone who had done the unforgivable, and been forced to reckon with the aftermath. To be drug through it, made to understand how unnecessary it had been, how that line crossed had damned her for not just her life.
No, not her life at all. She knew it, deep in her bones and her soul. She was no longer just human, no longer simply Named. She was immortal. Perhaps less-so here, but in Calernia, it reverberated within her. ]
I can spend hundreds of lifetimes, thousands, and it will never be unforgivable.
Ask the Warden, if you wish to see the nature of my sentence.
Oh wait, you never can. You're not real.
[ Another line of mirrors shattered, eradicating the places to hide, there were only so many left now. ]