#dami angst

The only sound heard in the dead of the night were the clashing of your swords. Brutal and clean, metal shrieking as you fought. The vibrations or the blade carried down the castle floors and walls, you were surprised no one had rushed to stop you yet. 

Yubin was relentless in her pursuit. Every blow of her sword, measured and calculated and precise. She gained steps on you, pushing you back, forcing you to defend yourself. There was not a single chance for you to attack her. It would only be a moment before you’re cornered or distracted. 

Though, it did not matter much. Her sword was only an extension for her righteous fury. 

Anger, you could understand. However, it was her silence that scared you. 

You have committed an action so wrong that there was no redemption. Not this time. Not from her. 

At last, you’ve crossed a line even she cannot ignore. 

Her eyes were empty but fixated, she’d shut away any of her emotions—goal oriented—to either catch you or kill you. She only wore such a look at war. 

You would’ve tried your usual pathetic routes. An apology, a joke, a remembrance of a memory, some excuse—any excuse to justify why you did what you did. 

But even you knew there was no redemption from this. You will have to live with that. 

Perhaps, you were not saddened by the fact she considered you a threat. A traitor. An evil. 

Or that, she found no mercy. No more chances. 

No, what hurt you most was that she showed not a single shred of hesitation. If not hesitation, not a single mournful look for the years you’d spent fighting by her side. That easily, she’d thrown you out of her mind and heart. At the end, nothing overpowered her duty. Not even you. 

Your foot caught on the edge of an uneven tile and you went careening on your back. Your sword swept from your hands in one clean strike, the same strike that left a warm gash on your cheek. 

Tentatively, you brought a gloved hand to feel the warmth soak up the fabric. 

There, you understood. Your one saving grace, a final act of kindness from her. The pulled strike to only weakly mar your cheek and let you know that, perhaps, she did feel some emotion in hunting you. Even if it was brief. 

You looked up at her. Yubin looked down at you. 

Her sword pointed at your neck.

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a/n: do not know when other members will get their parts,,,literally this doc was the last i opened/wrote in and it was dated back to start of july ;-; have a good day/night everyone :]