Taura strolled down the street, her newly-painted nails held out in front of her. The polish was a glittering emerald, this time, and while she was pretty sure it had dried, she wasn't taking any unnecessary risks.
She hadn't realized it when she'd pulled the bottle off the shelf, but it was almost exactly the same color as Cissnei's materia. Little good it had done last night, but it wasn't the stone's fault. Or hers, she reminded herself, although it hadn't quite stuck. She'd been as gung-ho about going to the basement as the others, and they'd all paid the price, but in vastly different measures.
Some people might have thought Taura callous, for the fact that she was admiring her nails the morning after watching one of her friends slaughter another; she wouldn't even blame them for doing it. It wasn't that it didn't hurt, but that there was only one right thing to do in the face of loss, and that was to play another hand. She wouldn't stop as long as there was breath in her lungs, and she'd picked a color that screamed life to remind her.
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She hadn't realized it when she'd pulled the bottle off the shelf, but it was almost exactly the same color as Cissnei's materia. Little good it had done last night, but it wasn't the stone's fault. Or hers, she reminded herself, although it hadn't quite stuck. She'd been as gung-ho about going to the basement as the others, and they'd all paid the price, but in vastly different measures.
Some people might have thought Taura callous, for the fact that she was admiring her nails the morning after watching one of her friends slaughter another; she wouldn't even blame them for doing it. It wasn't that it didn't hurt, but that there was only one right thing to do in the face of loss, and that was to play another hand. She wouldn't stop as long as there was breath in her lungs, and she'd picked a color that screamed life to remind her.
[Utena]