they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
Another snort is given to Jigano at his teasing. “Only two I’m aware of. Surprising, given Frey’s curse.” She offers a playful wink, recalling their first true conversation with one another during that time. But regardless, she focuses on other things, the conversation shifting toward scapegoats and councils, and she listens to him as he questions her.
A brief laugh is given his way with a small shrug. “More of a sacrificial lamb than a martyr.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug as she shoots him an interesting look. “I am trying to be better. Old habits die hard, after all.” Another small shrug. She’d never wanted to be a hero, never wanted any of that. Never wanted leadership or anything like it either – and yet here she was. Newly minted Queen, at least interim, and still hoping to take most of the pain and blame to ensure that others don’t have to suffer the way she did.
She speaks of her true father next, and her tongue clicks to Jigano at his agreement. “A button, one might say.” She retorts with a snort before shaking her head, dark locks spilling around her shoulders in a small halo affect until his question about Helovia hits her and her head tilts slightly as she regards him. “Ah, well. I have memories from Helovia, but I was not born there.” She notes. “Once I stepped through the portal here, I started to get memories of that other life starting at the same point. The events were all the same, just… This version of me landed here, that other version of me landed there, with Deimos and Hotaru.” She admits a bit ruefully. “Same parents, same lineage, same everything.” But what happened in Helovia was leagues different from what happened here.
She doesn’t know if it’s better or worse.
A brief laugh is given his way with a small shrug. “More of a sacrificial lamb than a martyr.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug as she shoots him an interesting look. “I am trying to be better. Old habits die hard, after all.” Another small shrug. She’d never wanted to be a hero, never wanted any of that. Never wanted leadership or anything like it either – and yet here she was. Newly minted Queen, at least interim, and still hoping to take most of the pain and blame to ensure that others don’t have to suffer the way she did.
She speaks of her true father next, and her tongue clicks to Jigano at his agreement. “A button, one might say.” She retorts with a snort before shaking her head, dark locks spilling around her shoulders in a small halo affect until his question about Helovia hits her and her head tilts slightly as she regards him. “Ah, well. I have memories from Helovia, but I was not born there.” She notes. “Once I stepped through the portal here, I started to get memories of that other life starting at the same point. The events were all the same, just… This version of me landed here, that other version of me landed there, with Deimos and Hotaru.” She admits a bit ruefully. “Same parents, same lineage, same everything.” But what happened in Helovia was leagues different from what happened here.
She doesn’t know if it’s better or worse.
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