[The smile does nothing but enrage her further. Almost as much as that other man's smirk. There is nothing here to smile about. Nothing about this is good, or fine, or even remotely amusing.
She hadn't wanted to accept that her world was destroyed. She still doesn't want to, even though the Regent claimed it in front of her face just now. Torn between those two, all she can do is rage cold and still, keep from attracting the attention of the shadows and use this time to memorize the faces of her enemies.
But she doesn't have to look at that smile long. She knows that face already: the false Matsukaze. The one who had called her the last jinba, and struck fear into her hearts that he might be right.
And if he has to die in service to the Regent... at least then the sight of her looking as weak as she had that day would vanish with him.]
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She hadn't wanted to accept that her world was destroyed. She still doesn't want to, even though the Regent claimed it in front of her face just now. Torn between those two, all she can do is rage cold and still, keep from attracting the attention of the shadows and use this time to memorize the faces of her enemies.
But she doesn't have to look at that smile long. She knows that face already: the false Matsukaze. The one who had called her the last jinba, and struck fear into her hearts that he might be right.
And if he has to die in service to the Regent... at least then the sight of her looking as weak as she had that day would vanish with him.]