[His reasoning may have worked on a woman who was more human-shaped, who had not spent months uncomfortable in spaces never meant for her, Different at a single glance, an object of curiosity or confusion when she had never been anything but a normal existence. It may have resonated with someone who was newer arrived to this foreign place, who was unsure of what their place in this world would end up being and thought to care of a new reputation they would need to build. It may have been swallowed smoothly by a person who had not been an aion before becoming a shard-bearer, who had not already seen battle for their world and seen how they would be viewed by their “comrades” and “allies”.
But unfortunately for this man, whose name she did not know and did not need to know… Hayame was none of those things. He declares she will never be respected if she does not reign in her temper- ?]
I will never be respected.
[She knew that now. (Didn’t she?) Her fingers fist tighter in his robes uncaring if it cuts off more of his air, correcting his mistake with a low, cold hiss. In her own world, the two decades she had spent striving to better her position had been worthless, selling out her own gender, her own race, everyone but her own brother in order to fight for the “respect” of people who in the end would never see her as more than something to fuck, breed, command, or ride. She had learned that lesson. She had failed to take the one route towards such a thing in her own life, and now-]
I will take no lecture from a stranger who knows not of what he fucking speaks.
[And here- ? He would argue to her that she should put him down, walk away, and let all the people now staring in their direction see him come out the victor so that she might be respected? She should hang her head and proclaim him the wise and right so that he can come out of this the rational hero who tamed the anger of the beast?
What a farce. The assumptions were already made, and if that was so-
Hayame’s lips draw back in a snarl, teeth grinding, jaw clenched as she easily shifts to a one-handed hold upon the man in her grip, who refused to give proper answer to his insults. Fine. She will take it herself and be done with this.
Her freed hand draws back, as if prepared to strike him, when- ]
SOS someone get the Akua signal
But unfortunately for this man, whose name she did not know and did not need to know… Hayame was none of those things. He declares she will never be respected if she does not reign in her temper- ?]
I will never be respected.
[She knew that now. (Didn’t she?) Her fingers fist tighter in his robes uncaring if it cuts off more of his air, correcting his mistake with a low, cold hiss. In her own world, the two decades she had spent striving to better her position had been worthless, selling out her own gender, her own race, everyone but her own brother in order to fight for the “respect” of people who in the end would never see her as more than something to fuck, breed, command, or ride. She had learned that lesson. She had failed to take the one route towards such a thing in her own life, and now-]
I will take no lecture from a stranger who knows not of what he fucking speaks.
[And here- ? He would argue to her that she should put him down, walk away, and let all the people now staring in their direction see him come out the victor so that she might be respected? She should hang her head and proclaim him the wise and right so that he can come out of this the rational hero who tamed the anger of the beast?
What a farce. The assumptions were already made, and if that was so-
Hayame’s lips draw back in a snarl, teeth grinding, jaw clenched as she easily shifts to a one-handed hold upon the man in her grip, who refused to give proper answer to his insults. Fine. She will take it herself and be done with this.
Her freed hand draws back, as if prepared to strike him, when- ]