#trinity.

merciless.

that’s the first rule.

no matter how hard they cry or how long they suffer, there is no room for surrender, no forgiveness for agony. in real war, there’s no mercy, so arianne and revna agree: they’ll never be lenient.

revna begins with small changes. chairs in the dining hall, colors of the walls, one unit at a time, but arianne’s gaze is sharper and she addresses every adjustment with infuriating glee, shattering the illusion revna manipulates. in an instant, it doesn’t matter how carefully she organized the paintings on the wall or the small indents on the floor. all that counts is that arianne caught them and that revna is weak.

in return, arianne inflicts her worst on revna. at a distance, you’d assume them to be enemies. no one should step into their sister’s room and force them to their knees, but it’s all good practice. anger only fuels their ambition, their hunger, and their hunger is like the maw of an insatiable beast: wide open, never full, eyes always blazing for more. so much more.

revna never breaks, however. it’s admirable how easily she’d rather die than submit. even as arianne paralyzes her limbs, brings her to the ground, revna resorts to crawling, uses the joints of her wrists as an anchor and — in a swift motion — yanks the drapes from the wall onto arianne’s head.

she pants as she leans against the wall, chuckling at arianne’s frustrated groans as she fists the sheets off of her. “you rely too much on sight. imagine it in your head. that way, even if a veil is placed over your eyes, you can still picture me —and hurt me.”

seeing that he was still there felt like cold water being poured over my head. he was obviously not happy with me at all. it shouldn't have been shocking, i've been here one too many times before. i don't want to be the one who always finds trouble but i am glad it was me, that i was strong enough to report it. i didn't think i would have to deal with this on my first day but life has a way of following you around, haunting it's people. time is a just cycle repeating that we can't escape. " clearly i am more mature than you are. " i let out a laugh at the amount of audacity this man child seems to have. he doesn't scare me but i can tell he wants to, wants me to back down and promise that i will take it all back and that i made the mistake so that he can keep living his life.

too bad.

Now you have been educated in humility,

And God

YOU DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

None of you who say you are good are good, stop saying you are.

“Don’t you? It sounds to me like you care a whole lot about the what ifs, Trinity. And I can’t exactly blame you, can I? If I were you, I’d care, too.” Suggesting that he’d ever care about anything as he is now is a barefaced lie than he can hardly support with evidence. But… if he were her… he tries to turn her towards him, a guiding hand applied with pressure. The cracks in her foundation were obvious to him — so obvious that he could almost taste the gush of her despair. “It’s alright to do that, you know. You’re so human when you do… it’s natural. A part of life.”                                                  ——— Wasn’t GRIEF beautiful?