[Like communion, he says, and Hayame looks down sharply at her sash, eyes narrowing as she regards the shard tucked inside and for a moment seems to question… Why Liem? Was she not the closer one, her very flesh just there pressed against the remnant of that… that man-monster’s “soul”? Had it been easier to reach the dead than the living and vigilant? Was there something about her that the shard found lacking? She certainly hadn’t put the shard anywhere near the tree grave dirt, not yet ready to risk what might be reborn from it, not without consulting someone she trusted first, but…
But her newfound inadequacy will have to wait.
Hayame listens, and she repeats the name to cement it in her memory.]
Aetós…
[He wanted to thank them. That should theoretically absolve the man from some blame, it implies the person who had become that monster truly hadn’t intended that fate for himself or for them, but…
Remembering those frantic, mind-splitting images and frantic thoughts threatens to make her head ache again. Still, she tries, her brow furrowing.]
And that man… did something to him?
[She never asked to be part of this investigation, what did she care for these strangers? Yet- A hand moves to her forehead, struggling to sort through the chaotic jumble.]
no subject
But her newfound inadequacy will have to wait.
Hayame listens, and she repeats the name to cement it in her memory.]
Aetós…
[He wanted to thank them. That should theoretically absolve the man from some blame, it implies the person who had become that monster truly hadn’t intended that fate for himself or for them, but…
Remembering those frantic, mind-splitting images and frantic thoughts threatens to make her head ache again. Still, she tries, her brow furrowing.]
And that man… did something to him?
[She never asked to be part of this investigation, what did she care for these strangers? Yet- A hand moves to her forehead, struggling to sort through the chaotic jumble.]
He clarified nothing else… ?