06-15-2020, 07:32 PM
Such anger. Nimeda’s eyes widened with the revelation of it, cloying as blood. He didn't answer the question, but his scripted words did. "Ah,” she said slowly. “I see."
His attention began to waver, flushing outwards like she did not exist. Nimeda continued to study him curiously and openly through the glass, her perception altered. There was no power struggle with her Other, because they were the same; the best and worst of their nature shared.
He was single-minded, but not with the kind of passion that might have captured her interest, for there was no such complexity to what she saw. It was a determination that eclipsed everything else because it was the entirety of him. How very strange. She felt no moral judgement. Monsters deserved life as much as any other -- or they deserved the chance at least, and she had always been drawn to the cries of those most outcast. It’s why she spoke to him at all. But all he contemplated was self-demise, whether he understood it or not. A splinter could not survive on its own.
“Are you so afraid that your other must be a little boy for you to crush? It hardly seems worth the effort to me.” She tapped her finger again, seeking his gaze a final time. Her own was still warm, unperturbed by his irritation. “Come then, let us find him. If you let me go ahead, perhaps he will come to me, and then this may be finished.”
His attention began to waver, flushing outwards like she did not exist. Nimeda continued to study him curiously and openly through the glass, her perception altered. There was no power struggle with her Other, because they were the same; the best and worst of their nature shared.
He was single-minded, but not with the kind of passion that might have captured her interest, for there was no such complexity to what she saw. It was a determination that eclipsed everything else because it was the entirety of him. How very strange. She felt no moral judgement. Monsters deserved life as much as any other -- or they deserved the chance at least, and she had always been drawn to the cries of those most outcast. It’s why she spoke to him at all. But all he contemplated was self-demise, whether he understood it or not. A splinter could not survive on its own.
“Are you so afraid that your other must be a little boy for you to crush? It hardly seems worth the effort to me.” She tapped her finger again, seeking his gaze a final time. Her own was still warm, unperturbed by his irritation. “Come then, let us find him. If you let me go ahead, perhaps he will come to me, and then this may be finished.”
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