“I didn’t ＡＳＫ to be a tool for that narrow-minded ＦＯＯＬ of a man!”
Monkey is careful with the way she breathes, how she holds her stance, and deducting in the moments as the other would unsheathe her weapon of choice how she can bring the environment under her manipulation and aid her in the battle.
The elder isn’t surprised that a ＫＮＯＣＫ-ＯＦＦ of the Sword Unbreakable is chosen as the younger’s weapon -- a pathetic attempt to forget the ＯＬＤ by bringing in the new. It doesn’t intimidate the sister, but rather, it shows her just how ＤＥＳＰＥＲＡＴＥ the Moon King is to attempt forcing superiority over her and Kubo.
“I was tired of ＪＵＳＴ watching. I wanted to make my own decisions- my own ＭＩＳＴＡＫＥＳ and learn from them! I didn’t know what I wanted until He opened my eyes to a world of possibilities I didn’t even think to acknowledge.”
The white-haired female doesn’t back away when the dark-haired took a step forward, the grip on the Sword Unbreakable is ＴＩＧＨＴＥＮＥＤ in her dark palms when she instead moves to the side. Her plan is to be able to circle around the other when their fight begins to go down the more physical route, though in ＷＨＩＣＨ direction and what patterns the simian will take will vary greatly even as she would soon be striking at her abandoned sister. Monkey speaks again, this time holding a more self-righteous with underlying sympathy hidden somewhere deep in her words.
“Nothing changed, where we were up there. We kept up with the same activities, the ＳＡＭＥ sessions and teachings on the same things we already knew, and I wanted more for ＭＹＳＥＬＦ that I hadn’t even thought to attempt before. I was sick of doing the same things the Moon King ＣＯＭＭＡＮＤＥＤ of us day after day and year after year...
“When was the last time you did something ＹＯＵ wanted and acted on it for yourself, and not for him?”
❛ you speak as if it is easy to just descend from our realm to this world after what you did. as if I am just a mindless drone working under father’s orders. ❜ she doesn’t notice, but her voice is shaking. her grip on her blade turning her pale knuckles to ivory. the expression under her mask is a mix of betrayal and distraught being reminded that the sibling she thought she knew has truly changed; and without her. ❛ I loved you, sister. I looked up to you, and even if I would always be but a shadow under your light I chose to fall in line because I knew, if I had followed what I wanted father would have taken everything away from me. ❜
❛ you may have been selfless to mankind but you have been selfish to your family. when you went to the temple did you even think of me, sister? did you even hesitate to wait for me and our little sister? did you even know that I had admired Hanzo long before you did? you never knew, or little sister, or our father because I loved our family. ❜
tears are lining her cheeks, her voice struggles to keep its tone and her mask, though recently fixed is starting to crack under pressure. the energy around her changes, and the usual cloud of smoke at the celestial goddess’ command is slithering freely on its own. a lithe form convulses suddenly --- uncontrollably as bottled up emotions bubble up to the surface. the unfeeling, and distant air she often held is physically breaking right before the other’s eyes. but then she finds her voice again, and she finally unsheathes both of her blades.
❛ but you; after your foolish caper father changed. I was left to pick up the pieces of your failure and I couldn’t escape father’s wrath. I was trapped. and after everything I worked for, every thing I did, every sacrifice that I had made that wasn’t for father... was all lost in the abyss.
all I ever wanted, was to hear you say you were proud of me, to accept me as your equal because the skies know that father never will. ❜ a pause. silence. then she lunges.
❛ ---- everything I did, I did it all for you ! ❜
