Aurelia
Her gaze softens, brows unfurling as she listens to what he says. It's short, simple, but it tells all. It's all he's ever known. It's a truth she knows well, reminded of the ever-darker days before Caido. They had been nothing but brutality. Life was merciless and so was she. It had only seemed right. But, then, she had held onto her anger; a cycle she doesn't wish to continue moving forward.
No, I didn't mean that.. she replies, voice faltering. The white tip of her tail swishes back and forth in reeling thought. Handing out punishments and consequences. Hadn't that been all they'd done, and still nothing to show for it? Patterns repeat and, in spite of that, trust is granted over and over. Or grudges being held fast to some unknown, bitter end. In either case, no efforts mattered. People would eventually be whittled back down to the spilling of blood - deserved or otherwise. Maybe their sights would be set on something different, maybe not.
I don't have the answers, she says finally. Only questions, it seems. I don't have this all figured out. Her gaze shakes as she takes another step toward him, and I know you've seen this all before. You have seen it, lived it. I have only been apart of its aftermath. I don't plan on staying behind as the world moves on, but if war is an inevitable part of that then I'd like to have fewer enemies going forward. A steadying breath moves through her powerful lungs as she stills. I contributed to the chaos already. I regret that... I lost control, and the outcome was something I couldn't handle, let her be the last to admit it. Her nostrils flare nervously, I don't want that to happen again. I don't wish to be at odds with you, Deimos, I never did. That battle wasn't ours. If we can find a way to be allies... put the past behind us...
No, I didn't mean that.. she replies, voice faltering. The white tip of her tail swishes back and forth in reeling thought. Handing out punishments and consequences. Hadn't that been all they'd done, and still nothing to show for it? Patterns repeat and, in spite of that, trust is granted over and over. Or grudges being held fast to some unknown, bitter end. In either case, no efforts mattered. People would eventually be whittled back down to the spilling of blood - deserved or otherwise. Maybe their sights would be set on something different, maybe not.
I don't have the answers, she says finally. Only questions, it seems. I don't have this all figured out. Her gaze shakes as she takes another step toward him, and I know you've seen this all before. You have seen it, lived it. I have only been apart of its aftermath. I don't plan on staying behind as the world moves on, but if war is an inevitable part of that then I'd like to have fewer enemies going forward. A steadying breath moves through her powerful lungs as she stills. I contributed to the chaos already. I regret that... I lost control, and the outcome was something I couldn't handle, let her be the last to admit it. Her nostrils flare nervously, I don't want that to happen again. I don't wish to be at odds with you, Deimos, I never did. That battle wasn't ours. If we can find a way to be allies... put the past behind us...
keep your face always toward the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you
and shadows will fall behind you
