[Satisfied with the hit, Onyx-Ferran slings the blade away and retracts it to the hilt where it snaps back into place, her blood leaving a light splatter across his robes. Agate swoops back up and circles over Maya like the vulture she is, watching and waiting for the next opportunity to attack.
Ferran is struggling enough to pause before continuing any assault, but—]
Hurting people is all I'm good for.
[He's just proven that. Another tear slides down his face, although it seems like his expression is forcefully being held in place.
That's why there's no point trying to connect to anyone, says Onyx, watching with interest in his eyes. Trust is such a mistake when you can't even trust yourself—isn't that right, my dear?
Ferran doesn't respond. But Maya will hear those background whispers become different, unfamiliar voices, hissing insistently: run. go. save yourself.]
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Ferran is struggling enough to pause before continuing any assault, but—]
Hurting people is all I'm good for.
[He's just proven that. Another tear slides down his face, although it seems like his expression is forcefully being held in place.
That's why there's no point trying to connect to anyone, says Onyx, watching with interest in his eyes. Trust is such a mistake when you can't even trust yourself—isn't that right, my dear?
Ferran doesn't respond. But Maya will hear those background whispers become different, unfamiliar voices, hissing insistently: run. go. save yourself.]