[ Akua smiled at the two of them. One would think it is the smile of a peacekeeper, but her eyes were dark, hooded. She did not take issue with fights, even among allies, but she was not the grandiose woman that the Warden was, and would not be for many years until she had settled into her own Name. As it was, Akua was and never would be the mediator, but she was the type to guide those from going too far.
And while this was not the line, she knew this could only go poorly for Hayame. She could see the string of it, the story where the man manipulated and twisted it, and she could not have that. Not before Hayame and she had the opportunity to bind Sebastian, and she had the opportunity to see how he ticked.
Was she thinking of cutting him open? Absolutely.
Would she cut anyone open? Yes. ]
Now, look at that. We'll get along perfectly well, aren't we? [ A beat. ] At least until a proper opportunity presents itself, correct?
[ Her hand fell from Hayame's arm, with only a slight drift of skin on skin. She did not see the need to show power, particularly when words would do. She had, after all, once been called Heiress. ]
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And while this was not the line, she knew this could only go poorly for Hayame. She could see the string of it, the story where the man manipulated and twisted it, and she could not have that. Not before Hayame and she had the opportunity to bind Sebastian, and she had the opportunity to see how he ticked.
Was she thinking of cutting him open? Absolutely.
Would she cut anyone open? Yes. ]
Now, look at that. We'll get along perfectly well, aren't we? [ A beat. ] At least until a proper opportunity presents itself, correct?
[ Her hand fell from Hayame's arm, with only a slight drift of skin on skin. She did not see the need to show power, particularly when words would do. She had, after all, once been called Heiress. ]