I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
There’s a moment where she pauses. She doesn’t hesitate - she is too far gone in grief and prejudice for that. But she lingers, taking in the Ascended’s weeping figure. Contempt and disgust take place of pity, but beneath that there is merely…hollowness. This crusade is all she has left in her life.
No family. No kin. No title. A home that is well-defended, now, but which has no need for her.
Nephele has no illusions of surviving this war.
Why delay the inevitable?
She eyes the Ascended in a new light. If she fails in this, her torment will be over. If she succeeds, it will continue on, but she will have felled one more Ascended before the end. What is there to lose?
There is no use hiding her expression. Whichever outcome, Nephele doesn’t care to hide that she is desperate. That she wants this to be over. “Apologies don’t bring her back,” and her voice is like a yawning void, bottomless and starving for something it can’t have. When she dives, arm pulled back for the final blow, she does so with a wide opening to her torso. A delay to her strike. But a delay that will not last forever. One of them has to connect - Nephele doesn’t care anymore who that will end up being.
No family. No kin. No title. A home that is well-defended, now, but which has no need for her.
Nephele has no illusions of surviving this war.
Why delay the inevitable?
She eyes the Ascended in a new light. If she fails in this, her torment will be over. If she succeeds, it will continue on, but she will have felled one more Ascended before the end. What is there to lose?
There is no use hiding her expression. Whichever outcome, Nephele doesn’t care to hide that she is desperate. That she wants this to be over. “Apologies don’t bring her back,” and her voice is like a yawning void, bottomless and starving for something it can’t have. When she dives, arm pulled back for the final blow, she does so with a wide opening to her torso. A delay to her strike. But a delay that will not last forever. One of them has to connect - Nephele doesn’t care anymore who that will end up being.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
