[ Akua does not roll her eyes, not quite. She did not bring these up to speak of her misfortune, but Hayame had asked if she had not paid a price for the Doom of Liesse, and oh, had she. Over, and over, and over. And she would again. Again. Again. There was no end. No conclusion. She would never be Dread Empress. She would never walk Calernia as a living woman again. Eternal, perhaps, as Calamity, but bound to the power of Named, even as the world slowly shifted away from them.
Would she ever see Catherine again? Certainly not with the end of the world, but -- Even if? Catherine had kissed her in that last moment, and it had been so --
She looked at Hayame with sad, golden eyes. Heavy, with the weight of it. ] You say that with such certainty.
Yet, how many of us reach out to you, Hayame? Not just I, but Set? Liem? [ He may not have returned with them, but... Akua has been there. Shifted by the power of Zenith and the sway of a lack of knowledge. She knew th at it was always, always seductive. ] Amos?
Are none of us good enough to be worthy of concern? Do you think none of us care?
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Would she ever see Catherine again? Certainly not with the end of the world, but -- Even if? Catherine had kissed her in that last moment, and it had been so --
She looked at Hayame with sad, golden eyes. Heavy, with the weight of it. ] You say that with such certainty.
Yet, how many of us reach out to you, Hayame? Not just I, but Set? Liem? [ He may not have returned with them, but... Akua has been there. Shifted by the power of Zenith and the sway of a lack of knowledge. She knew th at it was always, always seductive. ] Amos?
Are none of us good enough to be worthy of concern? Do you think none of us care?