There is someone who looks an awful lot like Michelle kind of glaring at you right now.
Well she’ll glare back, even fiercer.
“Just who are you?”
drammaturga:
“Who are you really talking to, ma’am? Him? Me? Or yourself?”
“The only selfish one here is you. But you don’t dare entertain that thought. Because then it means everything you’ve done is for nothing and you’re just scum like your father.”
She’s narrowed her eyes at Nemesis. She can’t die. At most, she’ll just have a hole in her until she’s repaired. But she can’t die. And she’s smirking.
“Because from what I’ve seen, there is no happy ending in your world. All you are is a small child pitching a fit and making sure no one is happy because you can’t be. You’re right–you aren’t a mother. You never will be because you don’t care about anyone besides yourself and your stupid revenge!”
His mother? The mother of punishment?
It’s such a ridiculous thought, she almost couldn’t keep for laughing outright.
It’s not as if she could be killed either but she let’s the girl go. There’s no reason to waste her energy killing a person who might disappear all together if what she does is right.
“I never wanted to be a mother. I’m not here to baby that boy. Whatever untrue insults you have to throw at me because you haven’t been allowed to have what you want is not affecting me in the slightest. I’m not looking for my route of happiness that ended a long time ago. I’m here to only end this suffering that’s lasted almost a millennia.”
“Punishment has never said a thing about how he didn’t want to accomplish this. Maybe you’re the one who needs to look at themself. You’re the one who’s causing him all this pain to begin with. He wasn’t hurting until he met you.”
