It’s funny when fandom calls Re-l a bitch because she’s everything but.
She lives in a society where every errant thought is called a sin. You cannot think for yourself, lest you burden yourself or others. You cannot question. You must listen, be silent, and obey. Romdeau is a city of sheep with a dying and selfish shepherd leading the flock.
Do you expect her to keep quiet, to live like a walking corpse?
Re-l speaks. She thinks. She learns. She loves and she laughs and she hates and she breaks apart like a true human should be allowed to. She is flawed and perfect in tandem, torn between a world of gods and a world of humans, both imperfect.
She wants to be loved. She does not want to be adored or put on a pedestal like Daedalus does. She wants the love that is promised to her, because an old man calls her family and treats her like a commodity, like bait, because that’s all she is to him. She wants to be heard, so she speaks out and questions, and yells. She investigates because she wants to know. She wants to be. She is no less important than Vincent and goes through the same story as him, just evolving in different ways.
Re-l strikes against the grain. She is caustic, angry, demanding, and outwardly LOUD in everything she does. She wears black and makeup to draw attention to herself, to make a statement. She refuses to back down. She will not falter.
And she will not be silent.
