[The moment this "Himeka" woman says that purpose is something a person decides for themselves... Hayame begins to laugh. It isn't a real laugh, and it is not a good sound, but a stuttering, mocking sort of sound rips darkly from her throat. Once, she had tricked herself into believing something like that. That she served her master because she had chosen to, that she was better than the armless members of her kind who had been made into beasts, that she was glad and willing to follow-]
What a fool you are...
[But even though she wants to laugh... She wants to burn instead, when it is said aloud, in any shape or form or context... that she might be a coward that cannot fight. No matter the context, no matter what she'd be fighting for-
Hayame turns a glare on the other woman fit enough to cut steel.]
Fight for my world?
[The knife is leveled in the same direction as her glare, the words spit vicious and desperate.]
Tell me who I need to cut down to save my world and they will be cut down. Otherwise, leave.
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What a fool you are...
[But even though she wants to laugh... She wants to burn instead, when it is said aloud, in any shape or form or context... that she might be a coward that cannot fight. No matter the context, no matter what she'd be fighting for-
Hayame turns a glare on the other woman fit enough to cut steel.]
Fight for my world?
[The knife is leveled in the same direction as her glare, the words spit vicious and desperate.]
Tell me who I need to cut down to save my world and they will be cut down. Otherwise, leave.