[ Her pulse is thundering in her ears while he hesitates, mind unable to stop racing with imagery of him cutting her down in a single strike. She wishes she knew a little more about what Dokja usually acts like, or a little more about his past - any kind of information that would make her feel less like she's walking through a minefield, taking guesses at what he might believe.
She should feel some semblance of guilt for taking advantage of the kindness she knows is in him, from their first encounter, or for simply relying on him to act in line with his Legacy, which is evident to her just from a glance. She should feel guilt for fashioning the suffering of her comrades for her own gain and tactics, and for appropriating the anguish she has to assume they felt, before they were dragged back by the heels in to the Kenoma.
But the fact of the matter is that she just doesn't. There's no pin prick of regret or shame in her heart for playing the victim; there's only a wash of relief that opting for deception seems to have an effect on him. Not an ounce of consideration for how these actions may come back to bite her is spared, because the only thing that matters to her is getting out of the situation she's in now. If Dokja comes to hate her for taking a chance on her words now.... then she'll cross that bridge when she gets there. ]
O... Okay, then. Don't kill me right after I tell you, either. [ She swallows, readjusting her grip on her blade, as if trying to hype herself up to tell him. ] The execution is seen as a religious holiday, so it'll happen in front of the biggest cathedral in Achamoth. The Pleroma are probably heading there now.
[ A beat. ]
Go directly west from here. It's one of the tallest buildings in the city, you can't miss it. Er, I guess if you're really as bad with directions as you said, just look up...
[ That much is true; there's a towering cathedral many blocks west from here, visible on the horizon just from it's oppressive, towering size. That's where the truth ends, though, because while there may be hustle and bustle in that direction, public sermons talking about the execution, Himeka and Abel will be nowhere to be found. ]
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She should feel some semblance of guilt for taking advantage of the kindness she knows is in him, from their first encounter, or for simply relying on him to act in line with his Legacy, which is evident to her just from a glance. She should feel guilt for fashioning the suffering of her comrades for her own gain and tactics, and for appropriating the anguish she has to assume they felt, before they were dragged back by the heels in to the Kenoma.
But the fact of the matter is that she just doesn't. There's no pin prick of regret or shame in her heart for playing the victim; there's only a wash of relief that opting for deception seems to have an effect on him. Not an ounce of consideration for how these actions may come back to bite her is spared, because the only thing that matters to her is getting out of the situation she's in now. If Dokja comes to hate her for taking a chance on her words now.... then she'll cross that bridge when she gets there. ]
O... Okay, then. Don't kill me right after I tell you, either. [ She swallows, readjusting her grip on her blade, as if trying to hype herself up to tell him. ] The execution is seen as a religious holiday, so it'll happen in front of the biggest cathedral in Achamoth. The Pleroma are probably heading there now.
[ A beat. ]
Go directly west from here. It's one of the tallest buildings in the city, you can't miss it. Er, I guess if you're really as bad with directions as you said, just look up...
[ That much is true; there's a towering cathedral many blocks west from here, visible on the horizon just from it's oppressive, towering size. That's where the truth ends, though, because while there may be hustle and bustle in that direction, public sermons talking about the execution, Himeka and Abel will be nowhere to be found. ]