TEST 8.
FLOW. The feeling of pressure in here is immense. It's stronger than it was with Darkrai, something you can feel down to your core, something that you couldn't shake off even if you tried; there's nothing to do but power through it. Saturn, for his part, either isn't feeling it at all or is incapable of reacting in any sort of appropriate way even if he could; he simply continues to regard you from across the room, his words hanging heavy in the room. It's a far cry from his behavior during the first month you were here; he was civil then, willing to do you favors in exchange for the chance to talk to you. It's plain that he will be doing no such thing today; it may be difficult to know where to start, really. Especially when your Pokรฉmon don't seem to be doing well - whatever's happening here, they seem reluctant, even unwilling, to fight anything in this room. Perhaps it's not surprising; the energy in the room is likely familiar to them, and it's the sort associated with someone deciding to take their spirit away last time it was angered. Whatever the reason, you're on your own for now; whatever happens is your choice, and yours alone. |

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It's fine now, though. It's been dealt with.
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[And yet somehow, she can't help but think that would have made dealing with Corrin much easier. She hates that she can understand it, on some level, and she wants this to stop--
Camilla stands straighter, firmer in posture. A smile comes onto her face, slightly tired and perhaps just a touch pitying--and she laughs, with no derision in her tone.]
...But I suppose that's for the best, isn't it? We were never truly going to be friends, nor see eye to eye; no matter how much the others would have liked it so.
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[That's stated with a bit more bite and the expression on her face darkens considerably. She's actually kind of angry? Like, how dare you??]
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...Fine, I'll play along; why didn't you see any benefit in such a thing, then?
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It's nothing that concerns me anymore. But at the time it was important to me.
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I cannot actually believe you. Or, perhaps more accurately, the person that you were.
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I suppose you're lucky in that regard. That such a mindset wouldn't be enough to see you branded a traitor or enough of a liability to be discarded.
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[That's flippant as all hell, and quite frankly, she's content to discard the subject before it goes further. She's not going to instigate without proper orders to do so, but...]
...I suppose there's at least solace in the fact that one part of that promise can be meaningfully fulfilled. As little as it likely means to you now.
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That you would harbor such twisted devotion as to see a flicker of conscience as a liability, to even this extreme...Iโm truly sorry we failed in getting through to you.
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It's not as though any of this is your fault, if that knowledge helps you any. It's what I wanted.
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