[As far as Hayame is concerned, that boast is hollow. Has she not seen this man-god weak and distracted, haunted by a shade that wanted to drag him into the dark? Is he not limited by the confines of this world? If he wasn't, a god could not be trapped here like this, like the mortals among them were. She will never deny that he was powerful, that most of them should be afraid of anything or anyone capable of taking him down in combat... but there was more than one way to kill someone, and he-
The storm behind her suddenly bursts, and a bitter, icy hail and sleet begins to pelt the hard stone of the mountain peak. Soon (perhaps very soon) the edge of the fall will reach them. The wind is already howling as she stares at Set in shock and something like disgust as his words actually register.]
You killed yourself?
[Surrendering to despair and struggling to even wrap her mind around being stolen to a different world, Hayame had attempted to end her own life in Kenos, only stopped from crushing her shard beneath a hoof by the crippling nausea and mental rejection the act summoned in an aion's body. She had been fighting this whole entire time to kill herself, to go back to her world and die in Matsukaze's arms in order to cleanse her dishonor, make up for her mistakes... But she had been set to die to end her misery, for honor...
And Set had demanded she not do it. Set had been the one who demanded that she value her life. He had demanded she find another way than throwing away her life.
He squeezes her hand, but she barely notices, gone completely, eerily still but for the way the rising wind whips at her mane and tail. His next words barely register. They are not an apology, they are barely an excuse, and her mind is far more focused on-]
cw: suicide stuff
The storm behind her suddenly bursts, and a bitter, icy hail and sleet begins to pelt the hard stone of the mountain peak. Soon (perhaps very soon) the edge of the fall will reach them. The wind is already howling as she stares at Set in shock and something like disgust as his words actually register.]
You killed yourself?
[Surrendering to despair and struggling to even wrap her mind around being stolen to a different world, Hayame had attempted to end her own life in Kenos, only stopped from crushing her shard beneath a hoof by the crippling nausea and mental rejection the act summoned in an aion's body. She had been fighting this whole entire time to kill herself, to go back to her world and die in Matsukaze's arms in order to cleanse her dishonor, make up for her mistakes... But she had been set to die to end her misery, for honor...
And Set had demanded she not do it. Set had been the one who demanded that she value her life. He had demanded she find another way than throwing away her life.
He squeezes her hand, but she barely notices, gone completely, eerily still but for the way the rising wind whips at her mane and tail. His next words barely register. They are not an apology, they are barely an excuse, and her mind is far more focused on-]
For what?