11-08-2018, 07:42 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She watches the scene unfold, eyes focused on everything that happened but not quite registering any of it. Stryker's words sank in gradually, the serval leaning forward to hear what Tsuyu had to say for herself, what pitiful excuse she would come up with. She listens and she can feel a lump forming in her throat, suddenly finding it dry no matter how much she swallowed to try and wet it, unable to look away from what happened next.
The brutal cracking sound settled on her ears like nails on a chalkboard, every muscle in her body tensing in retaliation of the noise. She shakes her head slightly. This was wrong, wasn't it? She had never put it past the hybrid to kill for pleasure, and while she hadn't been that surprised when she ended up killing one of their own, her reason had caught her off guard. So this was unnecessary, wasn't it? Killing Dabi had been justified.
Still, Cosette doesn't dare to speak up, standing by idly as she watches, listens and lets it all sink in. She barely even notices when Jerisidie suddenly springs forward, too caught up in her own moral tug of war. Her eyes narrow, certain of how this would turn out. A wolf against a lion was a sure fight. Still, the voice urged her to go forward and protect her leader, as wrong as he was in the situation.
He's your ardent, isn't he? You should be defending him.
Her face contorts, emotion clashing in her eyes. Fighting wasn't even her thing, healing was, or at least it would be once she was more experienced. For now she would stick off to the side, observing what happened.
The brutal cracking sound settled on her ears like nails on a chalkboard, every muscle in her body tensing in retaliation of the noise. She shakes her head slightly. This was wrong, wasn't it? She had never put it past the hybrid to kill for pleasure, and while she hadn't been that surprised when she ended up killing one of their own, her reason had caught her off guard. So this was unnecessary, wasn't it? Killing Dabi had been justified.
Still, Cosette doesn't dare to speak up, standing by idly as she watches, listens and lets it all sink in. She barely even notices when Jerisidie suddenly springs forward, too caught up in her own moral tug of war. Her eyes narrow, certain of how this would turn out. A wolf against a lion was a sure fight. Still, the voice urged her to go forward and protect her leader, as wrong as he was in the situation.
He's your ardent, isn't he? You should be defending him.
Her face contorts, emotion clashing in her eyes. Fighting wasn't even her thing, healing was, or at least it would be once she was more experienced. For now she would stick off to the side, observing what happened.