Depths of Sin [Veigue/Nayru]
May 5, 2014 17:26:49 GMT -6
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 5, 2014 17:26:49 GMT -6
"I have survived worse," Nayru answered frankly, moreso than Veigue would hopefully ever know. She was quite familiar with the sight of her own blood by now, and some of her fights before she learned how to make better use of her human form had been bloody affairs indeed. Veigue's wounds didn't seem to be too lethal, but he didn't have the advantages she did, both in durability and resistance to illness. "We are going to have to bandage you up before you ruin your clothes by bleeding all over them." A poor joke at best, but an attempt to add some levity to a situation that went straight to hell pretty quickly.
It was ironic, really, that Veigue would consider himself a monster in comparison to the creature like her. She was torn between telling him as much in an attempt to make him feel better, and the desperate loneliness that led her to mislead him and Elly alike about her true nature in a futile attempt to elongate what time they had together, but cowardice won over truth as it so often did with her, leaving her with no ready response to Veigue's story. If only he knew how little he had to blame himself for comparatively! He killed in self defense, his victims mostly bandits and mercenaries, whereas hers ran the gamut from deserving bandits to thousands of innocent villagers over her centuries of life, a weight she would bear to her grave.
That which she protected all too often came to ruin by her own hand, the truth that had kept Nayru from building longer-term relationships for so long that she had been desperate enough to fool herself into thinking she could manage it with Elly, and now Veigue as well. And yet see how fragile that peace was, when she could barely even aid him without losing herself and endangering his life. The silver-haired manakete crossed her arms, smiling sadly as she saw the faces of her victims, twisted in a rictus of horror if anything remained at all. "...Peace has long since been lost to me, Veigue, and I would not deserve it if it was offered. My hands are stained with the blood of too many innocents for me to be worth worrying about."
If anything, she should leave him and Elly now, while she was still herself, rather than endangering them further - and yet in her weakness she could not help but cling to what glimpses of happiness she could see, no matter the consequences, even if it was selfish beyond measure. "...Elly is yet innocent, though, and she would worry. She need not know what happened here. That is how I can best protect her."
It was ironic, really, that Veigue would consider himself a monster in comparison to the creature like her. She was torn between telling him as much in an attempt to make him feel better, and the desperate loneliness that led her to mislead him and Elly alike about her true nature in a futile attempt to elongate what time they had together, but cowardice won over truth as it so often did with her, leaving her with no ready response to Veigue's story. If only he knew how little he had to blame himself for comparatively! He killed in self defense, his victims mostly bandits and mercenaries, whereas hers ran the gamut from deserving bandits to thousands of innocent villagers over her centuries of life, a weight she would bear to her grave.
That which she protected all too often came to ruin by her own hand, the truth that had kept Nayru from building longer-term relationships for so long that she had been desperate enough to fool herself into thinking she could manage it with Elly, and now Veigue as well. And yet see how fragile that peace was, when she could barely even aid him without losing herself and endangering his life. The silver-haired manakete crossed her arms, smiling sadly as she saw the faces of her victims, twisted in a rictus of horror if anything remained at all. "...Peace has long since been lost to me, Veigue, and I would not deserve it if it was offered. My hands are stained with the blood of too many innocents for me to be worth worrying about."
If anything, she should leave him and Elly now, while she was still herself, rather than endangering them further - and yet in her weakness she could not help but cling to what glimpses of happiness she could see, no matter the consequences, even if it was selfish beyond measure. "...Elly is yet innocent, though, and she would worry. She need not know what happened here. That is how I can best protect her."