[The name is heard. And since this Han Sooyoung is a woman, Hayame does not bother hurrying to retie her hair, instead continuing with her task of running her fingers through the inky black strands, far too long to be considered practical by most. The god of war wanted a mark of her violence being offered up to him, and she'd chosen this. Where was her comb-
What she said was... believable. A former Pleroma. Not only that, but one... that had arrived towards the end of Horos' existance. So though she expects this woman might want some sort of recognition from her...]
I see.
[Hayame sizes her up as if it's the first time they've met, finally murmuring,]
... I do not remember those days well.
[There was a crack in her shard that she did not show anyone, nor really enjoy addressing.]
What is it you want?
[She has a hard time believing that it could be something as mundane as conversation. People did not tend to approach her for things like that. (For... obvious reasons.)]
no subject
What she said was... believable. A former Pleroma. Not only that, but one... that had arrived towards the end of Horos' existance. So though she expects this woman might want some sort of recognition from her...]
I see.
[Hayame sizes her up as if it's the first time they've met, finally murmuring,]
... I do not remember those days well.
[There was a crack in her shard that she did not show anyone, nor really enjoy addressing.]
What is it you want?
[She has a hard time believing that it could be something as mundane as conversation. People did not tend to approach her for things like that. (For... obvious reasons.)]