Hayame's only remaining eye, the one not plucked clean from her skull by Zenith's demon, narrows in frustration. In order to survive where she had, to stay sane in this place this long... she has cut from herself most of what could have resembled sympathy for the Zenites. There was little room for it, not when their victories meant the loss of her entire world. The stakes were far too high to afford the risk.
And she hates to see others acting like it isn't. Like she is the strange one, the cruel one, for seeing it like it was. If he believed his home was gone? She refused to allow them to believe it in the first place. Who could? Who could believe that suddenly whole worlds and universes were wiped from the map and only they lucky few somehow saved? It didn't make a lick of sense-
So Hayame lets out a scoff at the stranger with the cloth over his face, tossing her head with a dramatic flick of her fetlock-length mane.]
It seems you have.
[And with such sentimental ideas...
Hayame helps herself to the rest of what she wanted from the tray he'd been blocking, turning to go with a last, somewhat strained,]
crawls back to wrap this up tsunderely fnewfn
Hayame's only remaining eye, the one not plucked clean from her skull by Zenith's demon, narrows in frustration. In order to survive where she had, to stay sane in this place this long... she has cut from herself most of what could have resembled sympathy for the Zenites. There was little room for it, not when their victories meant the loss of her entire world. The stakes were far too high to afford the risk.
And she hates to see others acting like it isn't. Like she is the strange one, the cruel one, for seeing it like it was. If he believed his home was gone? She refused to allow them to believe it in the first place. Who could? Who could believe that suddenly whole worlds and universes were wiped from the map and only they lucky few somehow saved? It didn't make a lick of sense-
So Hayame lets out a scoff at the stranger with the cloth over his face, tossing her head with a dramatic flick of her fetlock-length mane.]
It seems you have.
[And with such sentimental ideas...
Hayame helps herself to the rest of what she wanted from the tray he'd been blocking, turning to go with a last, somewhat strained,]
Enjoy the welcome festivities.