Tracian Empire wrote:Grand Duchy of Wyzkia
Opalinski Castle
Alina knew, distantly, that Anastazja was worried, and she tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't. She was doing it again. Damn it, why couldn't she stop? If she could just pretend to be normal for a little while, then everything would be fine, but no, she couldn't even do that. Worthless. Useless. Pathetic whore. She couldn't think, she could barely breathe through her tears, and her head was spinning. Still, Rafal's soft voice cut through the haze, and she managed to at least look up at him, gasping, immediately hugging him tightly, needing the comfort of his presence to ground her.
"I-I'm not--" Her words were mixed up, it was so hard to think clearly. "My mother, she--our eyes--they're the same." She had to choke back another round of manic laughter. "Rafal, I'm sure of it, I know--it sounds crazy, but she told me--her mother disappeared, too. She was... she was a noblewoman, who disappeared, and Rafal, her name... it's the same as my mother's name. I don't--I can't believe it, but it's too much. It can't really be a coincidence, right? Her eyes, they're just like..." This time she couldn't hold back the laughter. "No wonder he always hated me. If I'm--if we're--but we can't be. I can't be. Because she's so--she's so perfect, and I'm just a gods-damned whore who shouldn't even be alive. No one would want to be my family, not if they knew the truth. And this thing--" She gestured to her stomach. "It's not fair. It's not fair, she shouldn't have to be--she wants to be my best friend, but she'd hate me if she knew, she'd never want to be my friend at all, much less my sister. But if it's true, I-I'm a little bit happy, but it's not... I don't deserve it. I know I don't. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I sound crazy, and I made her worry, I didn't mean to but I couldn't stop--I don't know why I'm like this, I'm still so pathetic, I'll do better, I promise. I'm sorry... I just keep ruining everything, but I'll.. I'll do whatever I have to. I just... I don't want her to hate me..."
Tracian Empire wrote:Later
A glade where the Sins had met
Meta had screamed until her throat was raw, and then fallen silent, breathing raggedly and still trying to remove the shards of broken glass from where her eyes had been; but her hands were shaking from the pain, and she couldn't get a good grip on the glass fragments, only cutting herself further as she tried. She barely registered Saeria's words, or Ekaitz's response--she was too busy trying to just breathe through the pain and stay grounded. Yet she could not ignore the magic that pushed her to her feet, and although she couldn't see Ekaitz, she looked directly at where his voice came from. She listened to his questions, breathed in deeply, and then spat blood at his feet. She smiled beatifically, as if she didn't have blood pouring down her face and burns covering her back, as if she wasn't in immense pain, as if nothing was wrong at all, and she answered in a tone of voice that was far from her normal, slightly distant way of speaking. Her voice was entirely present, sharp, and cold, and it seemed as if she was still looking at Ekaitz, even though there was no way that she could see him.
"Do you think I will suddenly become loyal to you?" she asked, contempt clear in her tone. "I do not serve you or the gods you claim to follow, and I never will, no matter what it is that you do to me." She smiled again, but this time it was completely cold and almost condescending. "As a sworn servant of the Archbishop of Superbia, I will tell you nothing. And I will say the same damn thing to every other question, until the moment you put that sword to my neck and kill me again."