everytime i remember rebecca telling malbonte: 'don't make her regret choosing you' and he says 'i won't, i promise' i die a little more inside
(originally i was rambling in the tags but it got wayy too long so i add it here) rebecca who lost her daughter and husband so early on. she arrives to heaven sick with grief for her baby, missing her husband. the mockery for the unclaimed and downright discrimination only makes her rage harder; furious at her life being taken, at this whole rotten world. the grinding pressure of heaven eventually drives all warmth and sentimenta from her once-human heart, until one day out of absolutely nowhere her daughter shows up. not the chubby cheeked little five year old who she left behind; no, this girl is older, with her shoulders back and her eyes mistrusting of this place. and rebecca knows that as pitying as she might feel for her daughter's life being cut so young, she cannot interfere.
rebecca's daughter is just as stubborn and determined as her mother. she's loud, she knows her values, and she sides with the enemy. she chooses him, helps him, and not only does she become his ally but she gives him her heart. and rebecca knows that her daughter's heart is softer, it has not lost its ideals, its warmth. and can she even call vicky her own daughter? she did not raise her, after all. the young woman with a clenched jaw and blood-splattered wings is a far cry from the baby that rebecca knew; and everytime vicky turns to her with those eager eyes that hope to reconcile, it's another arrow to her heart.
and so she has no choice. her daughter is in the arms of a man who is crazed and bloodthirsty and manic, a man who is a murderer and a ruthless revolutionary. with every blow of her power, rebecca knows she cannot fight malbonte, and all she can do is to make one last effort. she tells him to never make vicky regret her choice, the unspoken words of treat her well, treasure her; and he knows what she's saying.
and like... malbonte doesn't know what to say ! from his birth he's been regarded as a harbinger of doom, a herald of despair. from his own parents, to his gods, and the very world itself, they have all regarded him as a monster who is incapable of tenderness. and now he's being trusted by the enemy, and he knows he loves her, and the feeling nearly knocks him off his feet itself.
and of course, he thinks. i'm not a monster, i'll not ever harm her. but little did rebecca know that malbonte would hurt vicky and bring her to tears many times over the next years; and that vicky would never once regret choosing him despite it all
