I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
Were she a better person - or even merely one who did not hold grudges and grief so deeply in her heart - perhaps the childlike nature of the beast would sway her.
It does not.
There are many ways she could harm this creation. Some more permanent than others. Some more physical than others. She could entice it to lay its hand upon the metal, and then proclaim shock and anger, dismay, over the burn it would leave behind. The mark of the beast. A sign of the taint within. But why waste words and preachings? So instead she tilts her head, illusion slipping for the briefest moment in a flash of her eyes, still the only bit visible beneath the cloak. “You’re right,” she says eerily, and then her hand finds the chakram’s handle, as familiar to her as the lines of her own palm, and she lashes out in a sharp arc at the Ascended before her.
Aiming to hurt this time instead of kill. A cat toying with its prey.
It does not.
There are many ways she could harm this creation. Some more permanent than others. Some more physical than others. She could entice it to lay its hand upon the metal, and then proclaim shock and anger, dismay, over the burn it would leave behind. The mark of the beast. A sign of the taint within. But why waste words and preachings? So instead she tilts her head, illusion slipping for the briefest moment in a flash of her eyes, still the only bit visible beneath the cloak. “You’re right,” she says eerily, and then her hand finds the chakram’s handle, as familiar to her as the lines of her own palm, and she lashes out in a sharp arc at the Ascended before her.
Aiming to hurt this time instead of kill. A cat toying with its prey.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
