I can't decide whether I should be flattered or annoyed about that.
[At first, when the rage overtook her, she had to mull over several options to prevent herself from just busting his door down and doing the deed. In the end, she didn't need any convincing not to do it, because the memory of the mirror world fight was still fresh in her mind.
And besides... she never wanted him dead in the first place. He simply would not have stopped his efforts to kill them until made to stop.]
[ One arm lifts and he flaps his hand at her. He doesn't sit up. ]
You chose to turn away from the path of the holy knight. I think that speaks for itself. All that rage channelled into a thirst for justice that the laws of men do not touch - you would not care for propriety; you would do what you think needs must be done.
[ He curls up a little more as if retreating from her words. Fool. I could have interpreted your question in an entirely different manner to your intent.
But he had chosen not to. Because he knew she would respond as she just had. ]
...I managed to make my way down here. I can take myself back up.
[Irhya looks him up and down, dissatisfied but unsurprised by the response, and stands up, making a noise of acknowledgment as she turns away.]
...Take care of yourself, Hades. May the Dark keep you.
[It's a mysterious thing, why she would add those parting words to someone she's supposedly so angry at, but she makes no attempt to take them back as she skulks off.]
[ 'May the Dark keep you,' she says. He waits until he can no longer her her footfall before his façade breaks. He curls up even more tightly and chokes back a dry sob.
More and more, he's starting to wish that the Dark would up and leave. It has dragged him along for nigh on twelve millennia and has shown him nothing but despair and suffering. Even as he laboriously sits upright and tries to convince himself that he's acting in the best interests of Zodiark and the Warriors of Light, a part of him dreads losing their camaraderie.
May the Dark keep you...
He collapses once in the corridor on the way to his door, but eventually he manages to ensconce himself in his Dark-suffused bedroom. He crawls on to the bed and sprawls bonelessly, drifting in the serene calm his element brings. ]
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[At first, when the rage overtook her, she had to mull over several options to prevent herself from just busting his door down and doing the deed. In the end, she didn't need any convincing not to do it, because the memory of the mirror world fight was still fresh in her mind.
And besides... she never wanted him dead in the first place. He simply would not have stopped his efforts to kill them until made to stop.]
Do I truly come off as that temperamental?
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You chose to turn away from the path of the holy knight. I think that speaks for itself. All that rage channelled into a thirst for justice that the laws of men do not touch - you would not care for propriety; you would do what you think needs must be done.
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[Maybe she ought to watch the fights she picks more often. Not that she regrets picking this particular fight. Just... others.]
Well, congratulations, you're not getting skewered upon my blade this day. Anything else you want to tell me so I don't have to find out the hard way?
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No. And you really ought to pick your phrasing with more care if you wish answers from me.
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[She shifts uncomfortably with a sour look on her face, drawing her arms up around her.]
Do you need help getting back to your place? I'm hoping you don't collapse on the way, but from the looks of things...
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But he had chosen not to. Because he knew she would respond as she just had. ]
...I managed to make my way down here. I can take myself back up.
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...Take care of yourself, Hades. May the Dark keep you.
[It's a mysterious thing, why she would add those parting words to someone she's supposedly so angry at, but she makes no attempt to take them back as she skulks off.]
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More and more, he's starting to wish that the Dark would up and leave. It has dragged him along for nigh on twelve millennia and has shown him nothing but despair and suffering. Even as he laboriously sits upright and tries to convince himself that he's acting in the best interests of Zodiark and the Warriors of Light, a part of him dreads losing their camaraderie.
May the Dark keep you...
He collapses once in the corridor on the way to his door, but eventually he manages to ensconce himself in his Dark-suffused bedroom. He crawls on to the bed and sprawls bonelessly, drifting in the serene calm his element brings. ]