the finest came to visit me, she said 'son i am your enemy' / jiyu

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

As capable as Sep currently believed the Calico to be? The truth was actually that she was no where near capable as she had once been, a shell of the cat she had been during her siblings reigns and nothing but a shadow of the cat she had been born as. Even the large eared females powers knew this, only emerging when emotional situations she denied drew them to the surface. Black hair tuft fallen over her green eye, the blue one stared at him, waiting for any response to her emergence. If he was suddenly possessed or aggressive? She needed to be able to react in such a way that would not give away just how well she had been trained for the sort of work he wanted this group doing. Jiyu wasn't her father's little murder doll, only by killing him had she escaped, she wouldn't let Sep force her to do those things, never again. What little heart she did have left unmelted? Was so starkly against the way she had once lived, the crimes she once considered part of every day life.

In spite of his attempt to look professional, the glassy glint in his optics said it all and her vision of him was more hunched shoulders and slung head than tall and proud. The damage done to him had been worse than she had initially guessed it could be. It was far from the first time she had seen someone at this stage of weakness, her mind blocking out how much she had changed since coming to this group. At one point in her life? The first sign of anyone allied with her showing this sort of weakness, was when she ripped out their throat unwilling to let them comprise things or discover the strength that had been stolen from her. Yet, she made no aggressive moves toward him and she had not killed anyone for showing weakness in years, trying so hard to forget she had ever killed someone bearing themselves to her like he was. "Sacrifices used to be a regular part of our history." he wasn't doing anything new, but she remembered how uncomfortable some members could become with such things. "We once held a giant festival where we made prisoners fight each other to the death. They should be thankful your tribute wasn't something like the massacres of old." her head tilted up to the ceiling, thinking within her own mind.

"Respect is a feeling, I think you've realized by now I'm incapable of those, but I'm loyal." all she had to go off for comforting others was the history she had lived through. Large paws moving forward she crossed the room, bushy tail brushing the wall. "The others." the lithe female laid herself down next to him, in the crook of where his tail met his leg, looking up. "You inherited something broken, this was bound to happen eventually." this place had been broken for so long, but she remained loyal because home was where the memories in her 'heart' lay, the only group she could withstand enduring the suffering being so close to others caused her, anymore. "Their feelings will change, but it will take time and work. I've seen it happen before, when I first joined everyone including my siblings were scared of me. The feeling of respect is much easier for other animals to grow than feelings of trust or love." She was far from admitting she was anything but a protector, but she could admit that animals feelings towards her had changed over time. Particularly when she started having children, which she could no longer stand the idea of.