i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Will she send the dagger right into Ronin's face? Will she find satisfaction in possibly breaking his duplicate's nose as a way of healing all those childhood injuries she'd carried around? Would spilling his blood, fake though it might be, be the appropriate revenge for having made her cry as a child? For having threatened her mother and for having made she and Enzo live with Vai instead of with their father?
Would hitting Ronin fix everything that had gone wrong?
On the other hand, if she recalled the feather, she could prove just how skilled she'd become all on her own. That she was deserving of respect in her own right, and that she could learn. Quickly, too.
Taking a deep breath and telling herself not to recall the feather too early, she lets it fly. Only...as her fingers snap back to recall the feather, it has already destroyed Ronin's nose. The sharp serrated edges have made easy work of Ronin's skin, flaying away the cartilage and skin. Eyes wide, Flora drops the dagger as it flings back into her hand, turning toward Ronin looking appropriately like a child who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Would hitting Ronin fix everything that had gone wrong?
On the other hand, if she recalled the feather, she could prove just how skilled she'd become all on her own. That she was deserving of respect in her own right, and that she could learn. Quickly, too.
Taking a deep breath and telling herself not to recall the feather too early, she lets it fly. Only...as her fingers snap back to recall the feather, it has already destroyed Ronin's nose. The sharp serrated edges have made easy work of Ronin's skin, flaying away the cartilage and skin. Eyes wide, Flora drops the dagger as it flings back into her hand, turning toward Ronin looking appropriately like a child who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
