Alisaie blinked, a bit surprised that the girl didn’t try to push past her or something like trip her up. “Why…?” she repeated, before shaking her head. “Because it doesn’t work very well for me to say ‘you there’ and it’s usually considered a good thing to do when someone introduces themselves.” There was a moment that she considered another possible meaning of the question.
“As for why I would wish to help you, I’m not going to say it’s because I’m a scion. Someone close to me used to tell me that ‘to ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom; it is indolence.’ I do my best to live my life by those words, scion or no.” People could say Alisaie was careless about herself, reckless even. They could talk about her anger even but no one could ever say she was a lazy person.
“I know it can be difficult at times to believe in others, but I’ve naught to hide,” she added as well. The other girl had to have gone through so much to be so stubborn about everything.
"...If you intend to kill me, do it already. Asking for my name is pointless when you'll just call me a monster."
There was hardly a chance she was just going to let her run by should an escape plan be hatched, and screaming to get a passerby's attention was out of the question with the patrol somewhere behind the strange white-haired girl--not that it would help any anyways. What was left but to succumb to her inevitable fate? Just as Fray had for trying to help her in the first place-- just as Sidurgu would without the medicines she held. Rielle sinks to the floor in defeat, back still against the wall and her head hung low. It was impossible to stop the flow of tears that threatened to break free at the slightest hitch in her plan. The dam was broken and soon tears were falling from her eyes to the cobblestone. If she was to die, there was no point in keeping them in, right?
"...I tried, Sid. Forgive me. I thought I was strong enough to save you this time..."
Between quiet sobs the bottles are pulled from her sleeves and looked over as if they were a rare trinket before being brought to her chest in a sort of embrace. Her light green eyes look up to the girl opposite of her, not with anger or hatred but with a sort of melancholic understanding.
“I do not blame you, do what you must. I just beg of you, make it quick.”















