It burns. The sun burns, the words burn, the leftover wounds burn, her heart and soul and mind all burn.
She'll kill him. For his insult, she'll kill him. For his rudeness, she'll kill him. For having the audacity to talk back to her, she'll kill him. For having the audacity to be right, she'll kill him.
Devotion is what makes people happy. She's certain. It has to be. Because if that's not the case, then... If it's wrong, then her thousand years of suffering, her death, her damnation... Wasn't it all pointless?
With a shout (a scream, a yelp, a wordless cry of anguish and anger), she's charging forward to plant a kick right in his gut, with far more strength and speed than she should be able to muster with her body.]
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It burns. The sun burns, the words burn, the leftover wounds burn, her heart and soul and mind all burn.
She'll kill him. For his insult, she'll kill him. For his rudeness, she'll kill him. For having the audacity to talk back to her, she'll kill him. For having the audacity to be right, she'll kill him.
Devotion is what makes people happy. She's certain. It has to be. Because if that's not the case, then... If it's wrong, then her thousand years of suffering, her death, her damnation... Wasn't it all pointless?
With a shout (a scream, a yelp, a wordless cry of anguish and anger), she's charging forward to plant a kick right in his gut, with far more strength and speed than she should be able to muster with her body.]