❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞
YOU’RE A LIAR. built on a foundation of half-truths & twisted ideals, she is the cultivation of precise planning & trauma disguised as something greater something worthwhile. it is her foundation of being, of purpose ; that other life meant nothing, was nothing. a figment, a mere caricature of someone she did not recognize & did not want to know beyond the uses those memories served.
IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE, she says. you’re hollow. & perhaps that is true, in a sense ; that she is wiling to concede ( even if she will continue to do as she is asked ; continue to hunt & kill all the same, if not for glory for identity ). but, weak ? she is not weak. she survived, she’s here when so many others have fallen, & she is skilled ; & THAT MEANS SOMETHING. it has to.
❝ yet here you are wasting time telling me this. if it really did not matter, why even bother ? YOU HESITATED ONCE , & you are doing it again now. ❞
ACCEPTING.
