“More blood has been spilled and as such more flowers shall bloom.” She was talking to herself at this point really, none of the bodies, now corpses, able to really give an insightful reply to her oddity of phrases. She heaves up the large axe, covered in an almost alarming rate of red fluids, yet not a speck on herself, providing the image of a pure maiden. It almost made her laugh. Almost.
“Fatui..” her mind begins to ponder of what she considers the little things, her mind morally skewed. “For every life you take I find myself taking tenfold.” She pulls out a small dainty wash cloth, silky smooth beneath her fingers. She begins to purify her axe sitting on the now burnt and patchy grass.
“So intriguing isn’t it, to take so many of their soldiers away from them. Yet, they take nothing from me.” She pauses, as if speaking to someone, and kindly waiting for their reply, “not that I have anything they could take.” The blade is cold against her hands, even with the warm cloth as a barrier to wet feeling of blood soaking into her fingers served as a reminder as what she had done. “Do they really care though, they are what I said they are. Just soldiers, broken people they found and put to use. They only serve a momentary purpose, and once they’re gone, they’re gone. No one mourns, there is no service. You are simply, a distraction, a tool as the real masterminds plot and conceive, even behind your back.”
“That sounds ridiculously overplayed does it not?” She pauses for a moment once more, tossing the blood soaked cloth away, her eyes reveling in the now cleaned axe. Rid of any evidence of the atrocities she may have committed. “Why do I do it, I have long since forgiven my history with the Fatui. Or at least I like to believe so. What is their purpose? What is my purpose? What do I hope to gain from slaughtering others.”
Her eyes look up into the distance, Liyue truly was a beautiful place the shimmer lakes and colorful plants. A place of exotic creatures, wildlife, and people, and many mysteries beyond them all. The unanswered. “Some questions are better left off unsaid and forgotten.”
It’s time for her to go. She decides, pushing herself up. Personal time now to an end she must now return to her duty as a guide for many, smiling brightly and helping others. Yet, later that day she would plant her some new seeds, and later that season, in the already overcrowded hole of flowers and plants, ten new beautiful flowers had budded and bloomed.
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