“Oh…” She trailed off, looking almost bored at the boy’s response. “That’s disappointing.” It was nice to hear things about herself from other people’s perspective; it like hearing someone talk about a stranger. So many faces and there wasn’t a single person who knew the real one.
But then she smiled and gave Albedo a look. “And you? Were you sad? Ah, but you must have been a little happy that it wasn’t Nigredo--there is that, isn’t there?”
It was easy to talk about her own death (murder, more to the point), and she didn’t really care if it wasn’t quite as easy for others. Albedo had had a simple task. Not to kill someone he loved for love, but merely to kill for love. It didn’t get much simpler than that, not to people born for combat. But she had also given him permission. Taking away her life was nothing, and now that even death itself had proven temporary, there wasn’t much to be upset about.
Upset. Her smile became dry. Upset! Oh, the power of understatements.
Yomi knew at once who Albedo was talking about, though. That oblivious rag doll of a girl. Unfortunate, that her rendition of events had made the rounds--if there was one disadvantage to other people speaking about her, it was when they did so with a complete lack of context. “Oh, her. I guess you spoke to her.” She thought about how to answer, what the answer even was or what it should have been. “You said what you want is complicated--well, it’s the same for me. Too complicated for a short answer. But do you remember what I told you? I told you I’d already died. So if you want to keep things simple, then I’ll say you were doing me a favour back there.”
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But then she smiled and gave Albedo a look. “And you? Were you sad? Ah, but you must have been a little happy that it wasn’t Nigredo--there is that, isn’t there?”
It was easy to talk about her own death (murder, more to the point), and she didn’t really care if it wasn’t quite as easy for others. Albedo had had a simple task. Not to kill someone he loved for love, but merely to kill for love. It didn’t get much simpler than that, not to people born for combat. But she had also given him permission. Taking away her life was nothing, and now that even death itself had proven temporary, there wasn’t much to be upset about.
Upset. Her smile became dry. Upset! Oh, the power of understatements.
Yomi knew at once who Albedo was talking about, though. That oblivious rag doll of a girl. Unfortunate, that her rendition of events had made the rounds--if there was one disadvantage to other people speaking about her, it was when they did so with a complete lack of context. “Oh, her. I guess you spoke to her.” She thought about how to answer, what the answer even was or what it should have been. “You said what you want is complicated--well, it’s the same for me. Too complicated for a short answer. But do you remember what I told you? I told you I’d already died. So if you want to keep things simple, then I’ll say you were doing me a favour back there.”