[Bitterness is easy for Hayame. Distrust is easy, hatred is easy. They always have been, and those had been the things that fueled her, once. They still do, even though she liked to think she had grown and found other things in her life. But now Meridian is there, warm until it was hot, gentle until it was burning things out.
Like the growing suspicions she had about this new Tribune she had never known and what it meant that she had woken into a world where the faction she had served had Changed.
Hayame is silent for a long time. She feels...]
... For us.
[... Is it a question? She feels like she meant it to be a question, but she doesn't actually know.]
What is he doing for us... ?
[She is on the cusp. If she could... if there was something to put there, an answer to the question that would smooth the burning veins between hearts and mind... it feels like everything would just make sense.]
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Like the growing suspicions she had about this new Tribune she had never known and what it meant that she had woken into a world where the faction she had served had Changed.
Hayame is silent for a long time. She feels...]
... For us.
[... Is it a question? She feels like she meant it to be a question, but she doesn't actually know.]
What is he doing for us... ?
[She is on the cusp. If she could... if there was something to put there, an answer to the question that would smooth the burning veins between hearts and mind... it feels like everything would just make sense.]