Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The quiet apathy is worse than any disgust or hatred, making her feel very much like a child that's not worth his time. It shreds at her control a little at a time, the edges fraying in the growing maelstrom of insecurities and lingering inadequacies that Vesper has a knack for snagging despite her ironclad defenses.
Pushing off from the tree, she stands ready to fight, even as she refuses to step closer. "My apologies, your demigodness, but maybe everything you think you know is wrong." It's sharp and mocking, because she won't allow him to convince her otherwise - can't. So she does what she always does best, and bites back where she knows it'll hurt. "Safrin may be too weak to acknowledge what's going on, but Dygra sure as hell doesn't care about it, so neither do I." If her own goddess had looked on her favorably after everything that had transpired, then there's no way what he says is true, or that it matters.
Pushing off from the tree, she stands ready to fight, even as she refuses to step closer. "My apologies, your demigodness, but maybe everything you think you know is wrong." It's sharp and mocking, because she won't allow him to convince her otherwise - can't. So she does what she always does best, and bites back where she knows it'll hurt. "Safrin may be too weak to acknowledge what's going on, but Dygra sure as hell doesn't care about it, so neither do I." If her own goddess had looked on her favorably after everything that had transpired, then there's no way what he says is true, or that it matters.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
