[The woman has moved too far away for her to kick. At least, she has moved too far away for her to kick without needing to get up and reveal the shameful state she is in, her face smeared with dirt, her cheeks damp with tears, her body streaked in sweat and blood.
Why? Why insist on staying, why heal her in the first place? Was it some misplaced feeling that because they both did not serve that so-called Regent that they were allies?
Hayame’s hand struggles to get to the leather harness at her “waist”, to pull from a sheathe there… hunting knife, which she stabs halfway into the earth near her own head, blindly severing a lock of long, inky black mane.]
no subject
Why? Why insist on staying, why heal her in the first place? Was it some misplaced feeling that because they both did not serve that so-called Regent that they were allies?
Hayame’s hand struggles to get to the leather harness at her “waist”, to pull from a sheathe there… hunting knife, which she stabs halfway into the earth near her own head, blindly severing a lock of long, inky black mane.]
I said go!