[The words pierce her. Her facade, her act, everything she uses to protect herself has been stripped away by this short conversation.
She can practically see Nero's life. Surrounded in gold and crimson, showered in gold petals, cheers and love wherever she showed herself. The only records that remain showed her as a tyrant and a despot... But only because the only remaining records were written by her political enemies.
It's all too easy for her to draw a contrast to her own life. She, who wanted nothing but love and acceptance, found it in Emperor Toba, and then was hunted down at his orders. The 'truth' of her story, the story that was passed down, was the one Abe no Seimei told. (The difference between them was that after her time as Daji, and her fight against the army... Tamamo had actually done more than enough to be condemned as a monster.)
So Caster listens to Nero's words. What is happiness? Of course, beauty and pleasure. Being more beautiful than any other, drowning in pleasures, ignoring the inevitable separation in the future... But those are the thoughts of Daji, not Tamamo. Those are the thoughts of Harlot Mode, which she's sworn off. What is happiness, right down at her core?
To serve another. That is the deepest impulse, her greatest desire, the very essence of her soul, the purpose of her creation by Amaterasu. But is that all?]
... So what if I can only lament and regret? If I am to be an Evil of Man, then I will be one. If I am doomed to be the Beast of Regret, then let me be it. What else do I have?
Happiness, you ask? It is to love... And to be loved. And Hakuno is the only one who has ever given me that love... Hakuno is the only one who has ever seen me for me! Not the monster of legend, not the goddess I once was.
[Her voice cracks, and the sun flares.]
But even I know that's not possible. I've never been chosen... Nor will I ever be chosen. If the only way I can obtain that happiness is to drive off all rivals and to keep her at my side through force, then so be it! Even if she comes to hate me, as long as I can have that love, then nothing else matters. Since... any other option is nothing more than a fantasy...
[Hakuno could never choose her. Not when Nero is an option. If you could have literally anyone else, then who would ever choose someone like her?
no one does marital strife like tamamo no one is as good a wife as tamamo no one is as good at ruining her own life as tamamo]
i hope you are okay with this level of drama sob
She can practically see Nero's life. Surrounded in gold and crimson, showered in gold petals, cheers and love wherever she showed herself. The only records that remain showed her as a tyrant and a despot... But only because the only remaining records were written by her political enemies.
It's all too easy for her to draw a contrast to her own life. She, who wanted nothing but love and acceptance, found it in Emperor Toba, and then was hunted down at his orders. The 'truth' of her story, the story that was passed down, was the one Abe no Seimei told. (The difference between them was that after her time as Daji, and her fight against the army... Tamamo had actually done more than enough to be condemned as a monster.)
So Caster listens to Nero's words. What is happiness? Of course, beauty and pleasure. Being more beautiful than any other, drowning in pleasures, ignoring the inevitable separation in the future... But those are the thoughts of Daji, not Tamamo. Those are the thoughts of Harlot Mode, which she's sworn off. What is happiness, right down at her core?
To serve another. That is the deepest impulse, her greatest desire, the very essence of her soul, the purpose of her creation by Amaterasu. But is that all?]
... So what if I can only lament and regret? If I am to be an Evil of Man, then I will be one. If I am doomed to be the Beast of Regret, then let me be it. What else do I have?
Happiness, you ask? It is to love... And to be loved. And Hakuno is the only one who has ever given me that love... Hakuno is the only one who has ever seen me for me! Not the monster of legend, not the goddess I once was.
[Her voice cracks, and the sun flares.]
But even I know that's not possible. I've never been chosen... Nor will I ever be chosen. If the only way I can obtain that happiness is to drive off all rivals and to keep her at my side through force, then so be it! Even if she comes to hate me, as long as I can have that love, then nothing else matters. Since... any other option is nothing more than a fantasy...
[Hakuno could never choose her. Not when Nero is an option. If you could have literally anyone else, then who would ever choose someone like her?
no one does marital strife like tamamo]no one is as good a wife as tamamo
no one is as good at ruining her own life as tamamo