[Hayame had hesitated, when it came to planting Fane’s shard in the dirt at the great tree. Other people had shared tales of shard-bearers becoming possessed, of the abyssal black taking on the shapes of their compatriots… but had that truly been what happened to this man? There had been… blackness, yes, in the end, as he dissipated, but…
What did she know? She wasn’t a magician, she did not know this man (skeleton) well enough to say definitively that the way he acted towards her in the labyrinth was against his nature. Even if he had seemed to agree with her stance on Meridian, on traitors…
People have seemed a lot of things, to her, since she had been ripped from her world.
But in the end… she had put it in the ground. And now-]
Fane.
[The voice comes as if from a distance- as if she were a skittish mare holding herself apart until she had passed judgement on whether approaching again was wise.]
… Is that your accounting, then? That you were possessed?
[She thinks she would be insulted to be asked the same question. But she must ask it, and she expects it to be understood why, no matter the impugning of an honor.]
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What did she know? She wasn’t a magician, she did not know this man (skeleton) well enough to say definitively that the way he acted towards her in the labyrinth was against his nature. Even if he had seemed to agree with her stance on Meridian, on traitors…
People have seemed a lot of things, to her, since she had been ripped from her world.
But in the end… she had put it in the ground. And now-]
Fane.
[The voice comes as if from a distance- as if she were
a skittish mareholding herself apart until she had passed judgement on whether approaching again was wise.]… Is that your accounting, then? That you were possessed?
[She thinks she would be insulted to be asked the same question. But she must ask it, and she expects it to be understood why, no matter the impugning of an honor.]