Loss of Self
@stingerformyqueen
Cinder did not like Tyrian. It wasn’t so much she found him creepy, but he was insane. She didn’t like to work with him. She didn’t like being his comrade. And she honestly thought he was a huge liability.
Still. When he came back from his mission, injured. Having lost part of himself. And Salem had dismissed him so coolly.
It wasn’t a sensation Cinder was a stranger to-losing part of your physical form. In fact it was comparatively recent, even if Salem’s treatment had concluded.
It isn’t my arm. Not really.
So, in a particularly strange motion, one evening, she found the Faunus.
Cinder wasn’t sure what to say. They weren’t friends. They weren’t really close. So her words may have seemed a bit random.
“-if Watts produces something, go for it. If Salem offers the replacement. I don’t recommend it.”
Cinder said this while glowering at her covered left arm. Hating it.
“-And I’ve found revenge generally is a good way to get by.”
