[when all this is over, she will be so grateful for this one moment of mercy, of what she will only view as kindness after everything that's happened.
but that's not here or now. at this moment, as his aether begins to fade away and he starts to change, the monster seems to lose interest, beginning to turn from him. but, then he moves forward to latch onto it. there's another roar thundering through the air as it tries to pull away, and it might ordinarily have succeeded because of his rapidly fading consciousness. as it is, though, one of the blades he's summoned moves down and pierces into a wing, pinning it to the ground.
how strange it is. her existence has been marked with a desire to survive - enough that for most of her life, she has pushed herself as far away from other people as possible, viewing them as a threat unless she could not deny their utility to her. it's changed since meeting kelsier, but the marks of that mindset are slow to fade; she cannot count the times she's wondered why she stayed with him, in a mission that she has only ever believed would end in her death. she can't count the times even since coming here that she has wondered whether she should truly go back there, to embark on a last task that she is reasonably sure will amount to the same thing.
but right now, as the blade falls and pierces into the monster's heart - if she were herself, the only thing she would feel beyond the agony and weight of what she's done would be gratefulness and forgiveness towards kashuu for making a choice that she's certain she wouldn't be able to.
that's not the reality she finds herself in, though, and as she bleeds out into the dirt - the only thing to be heard is another roar, a cry of pain, before it's over.]
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but that's not here or now. at this moment, as his aether begins to fade away and he starts to change, the monster seems to lose interest, beginning to turn from him. but, then he moves forward to latch onto it. there's another roar thundering through the air as it tries to pull away, and it might ordinarily have succeeded because of his rapidly fading consciousness. as it is, though, one of the blades he's summoned moves down and pierces into a wing, pinning it to the ground.
how strange it is. her existence has been marked with a desire to survive - enough that for most of her life, she has pushed herself as far away from other people as possible, viewing them as a threat unless she could not deny their utility to her. it's changed since meeting kelsier, but the marks of that mindset are slow to fade; she cannot count the times she's wondered why she stayed with him, in a mission that she has only ever believed would end in her death. she can't count the times even since coming here that she has wondered whether she should truly go back there, to embark on a last task that she is reasonably sure will amount to the same thing.
but right now, as the blade falls and pierces into the monster's heart - if she were herself, the only thing she would feel beyond the agony and weight of what she's done would be gratefulness and forgiveness towards kashuu for making a choice that she's certain she wouldn't be able to.
that's not the reality she finds herself in, though, and as she bleeds out into the dirt - the only thing to be heard is another roar, a cry of pain, before it's over.]