Even though she knows better than to hope, even though her life in her own world and this one both have only ever reminded her that to hope was to know disappointment and loss... She almost does it. She almost thinks that it might be like the Shrine of the Innocent, and they might both walk out of here even though she had come to Achamoth fully prepared to die in a raid she'd never thought was noble or sound.
Her vision swims, blurry with the blood and the attempt for her mind to see from nothing both, but she can still see him turn to face her... feel hints of the immense pain that made hers feel like almost nothing at all, feel his attention being torn-]
Estinien!
[She shouts his name again, defiant, trying to refuse to let the Innocence entity influence him, or any of those other strange voices that had mingled with his cries and words. There is a desperation in her voice, both spoken and doubled through her shard, that she cannot deny. There had only been one reason she had agreed to come to this place. There were so few people in this world called Horos she even remotely understood, or who felt understood her. She had sworn her service. If she was to watch him die in a twisted form like that, for something like this-]
Change back!
[If he just... If he were a man again, then the scale of those wounds could be handled by the sorts of magics the people here could wield, like the woman who had managed to get her back on her feet from the heap in rubble she had been when left behind by a demon burning with Pleroma-laden blood. If he were his proper size, he could be carried, he needn't push and bleed and continue to be such a large target for any Kenoma seeking vengeance or glory in battle, and she-]
Just change back, Estinien! It's over!
[Hayame holds out her arms, as if to swear that she will catch him.]]
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Even though she knows better than to hope, even though her life in her own world and this one both have only ever reminded her that to hope was to know disappointment and loss... She almost does it. She almost thinks that it might be like the Shrine of the Innocent, and they might both walk out of here even though she had come to Achamoth fully prepared to die in a raid she'd never thought was noble or sound.
Her vision swims, blurry with the blood and the attempt for her mind to see from nothing both, but she can still see him turn to face her... feel hints of the immense pain that made hers feel like almost nothing at all, feel his attention being torn-]
Estinien!
[She shouts his name again, defiant, trying to refuse to let the Innocence entity influence him, or any of those other strange voices that had mingled with his cries and words. There is a desperation in her voice, both spoken and doubled through her shard, that she cannot deny. There had only been one reason she had agreed to come to this place. There were so few people in this world called Horos she even remotely understood, or who felt understood her. She had sworn her service. If she was to watch him die in a twisted form like that, for something like this-]
Change back!
[If he just... If he were a man again, then the scale of those wounds could be handled by the sorts of magics the people here could wield, like the woman who had managed to get her back on her feet from the heap in rubble she had been when left behind by a demon burning with Pleroma-laden blood. If he were his proper size, he could be carried, he needn't push and bleed and continue to be such a large target for any Kenoma seeking vengeance or glory in battle, and she-]
Just change back, Estinien! It's over!
[Hayame holds out her arms, as if to swear that she will catch him.]]