But if it's selfless love you're looking for, you've got the wrong goddess
Later, likely as they are departing, Ru will spare a moment to embarrass her brother-in-arms with her gratitude for his easy capitulation to her exploratory whims. He will grumble and sass, sarcastic and rebuking, and she will see right through it. For now the bones are more interesting however. Shapes and remnants Hotaru can't recognize. That's not a huge surprise considering how infrequently she has been in Hak Etme, but the curiosity remains.
"Perhaps the lack of life is precisely the draw," is her rebuttal, contrary for the sake of it in all things. "A good place to disappear or to be overlooked. Or maybe they're underground," she whispers dramatically, eyes wide and wiggling her fingers in the vague direction of the sand beneath their feet. Though the theatrics break on an unladylike snort as Deimos finally makes the connection that was clearly needling at him. "Gods, a terrible memory to bring up. Though at least they had clay and those ghastly metal structures to mix things up. Slightly more interesting a horizon than this." Marginally, though.
"Perhaps the lack of life is precisely the draw," is her rebuttal, contrary for the sake of it in all things. "A good place to disappear or to be overlooked. Or maybe they're underground," she whispers dramatically, eyes wide and wiggling her fingers in the vague direction of the sand beneath their feet. Though the theatrics break on an unladylike snort as Deimos finally makes the connection that was clearly needling at him. "Gods, a terrible memory to bring up. Though at least they had clay and those ghastly metal structures to mix things up. Slightly more interesting a horizon than this." Marginally, though.
