Aurelia
Aurelia can't hide the flash of irritation that crosses her face at hearing Ronin's comment. Her brows flutter toward one another, the veins in her forehead flexing with the motions, and her eyelids close as she inhales a breath to settle herself. Even if Ronin is boiling within, she can't tell of it, and in the here and now he's putting up a contrasting front. "What makes you think that? Because they were so considerate of Torchline before?" She retorts with a raise of her brows, voice lathered in disdain. Come on, Ronin.
The glass is set down almost angrily. It's lazy, it's uncaring, it's blatant. A lot is said in the little motion of it. Her hand comes up to hide her lips, as they purse and twist and scowl with more of her ire.
"If it makes you feel any better, you weren't the first person I thought of," she informs him reluctantly, "I went to the lighthouse, seeking Safrin's guidance. All I received was the advice of a spirit. A dark.. spirit," she sucks in a breath through her teeth, which threaten to grit together. "Its advice was to strike first," she splays her palms, "and maybe it was right." But she puts this out there for Ronin to process and react to. Because, well, he doesn't want to be involved - even though, by definition and association, he is - and she is his ally - by definition and association - and therefore she has all the respect for him to put the figurative ball in his court.
"But the problem is that Hotaru is pregnant. With a demigod's child." Which is a big, fat, glaring issue. "It said that she would use it as a martyr..." she adds, eyeing Ronin carefully, "and I believe that, too. Before Remi whisked her away... I was able to interrogate her. She showed very little emotion when she gave her testimony - to any of us - you know that? Very little... like she had it all planned out, her story, her lies..." And who the fuck goes through that kind of emotional trauma, through a trial like that, acting like she were a queen - all cross-legged and haughty - and the prison her kingdom. "She isn't right, Ronin." In the head, in the heart, in the spirit. However you want to put it.
The glass is set down almost angrily. It's lazy, it's uncaring, it's blatant. A lot is said in the little motion of it. Her hand comes up to hide her lips, as they purse and twist and scowl with more of her ire.
"If it makes you feel any better, you weren't the first person I thought of," she informs him reluctantly, "I went to the lighthouse, seeking Safrin's guidance. All I received was the advice of a spirit. A dark.. spirit," she sucks in a breath through her teeth, which threaten to grit together. "Its advice was to strike first," she splays her palms, "and maybe it was right." But she puts this out there for Ronin to process and react to. Because, well, he doesn't want to be involved - even though, by definition and association, he is - and she is his ally - by definition and association - and therefore she has all the respect for him to put the figurative ball in his court.
"But the problem is that Hotaru is pregnant. With a demigod's child." Which is a big, fat, glaring issue. "It said that she would use it as a martyr..." she adds, eyeing Ronin carefully, "and I believe that, too. Before Remi whisked her away... I was able to interrogate her. She showed very little emotion when she gave her testimony - to any of us - you know that? Very little... like she had it all planned out, her story, her lies..." And who the fuck goes through that kind of emotional trauma, through a trial like that, acting like she were a queen - all cross-legged and haughty - and the prison her kingdom. "She isn't right, Ronin." In the head, in the heart, in the spirit. However you want to put it.
So leave me and tell me what I already know
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
