”How could you possibly love her the same as I when you are so adamant about disrespecting her final wishes!” Sizan screamed.
”I avenged her. You let her memory rot” It hissed, a forked tongue escaping its lips. Sizan stepped back, it stung, even after all these years. He still saw it as a monster.
It's current visage didn't help with that belief, bloodstain claws that connected to long lanky limbs the color of violets.
"I did love her. I wanted to be the Person she believed I could be. I really really wanted to."
Sizan's anger didn't subside, instead it grew. How dare it act like this pathetic attempt could even be worthy of the faith Rhyelia had in it. The faith they all had. The party would have died if it hadn't been for Rhyelia's sacrifice. Now it was staining that memory with more blood. Rhyelia wanted peace, it was all she had ever wanted and now this monster was ripping that dream from her dead hands.
Sizan couldn't stand by and let it happen. He understood people dealt with grief in different ways. People, being the key word. It was a beast made of war and tears. It wasn't like the rest of them, the blood in its veins wasn't its own, it was stolen from thousands. Its soul was a web of death that infected everything around it.
"You will never be a person. You were and always will be a monster." He shouted. "I wish we'd never saved you from that grave."
That struck like a dagger through the heart. It knew Sizan was the last to trust it but it truly thought that it had been doing the right thing by killing the man who slaughtered Rhyelia. So many wrong assumptions. So much trust lost. It wasn't proud of what it said next, those words came from a place of instinct, to hurt what made you hurt.
"And what about you. Do you really believe I can't smell the bloodthirsty instincts that emit from you. I know your past, I know the way your eyes shine when you plunge a sword through your enemies. You and me are the same. Monsters." For once it didn't shrink back. It had been years since it stood its full height, since it had the need to intimidate. Sizan met its stance with his own battle ready figure.
"Rhyelia made a mistake trusting us. She made a mistake loving us but at the very least I chose to respect the path she asked us to take. You just went back to the senseless slaughter. That's what makes us different."
"Fine, if you think we're so different then tell the rest of the Party. Tell them where you come from. What you did before you met them. I'm sure they'll treat us so differently."
"GODS JUST SHUT UP!" A fist flew forward and shattered the reflective glass.
"Sizan?" Iris rushed into the room. Her eyes filled with concern as she saw the broken shards of glass. "What happened?"
"Nothing... I just." He cut himself off. Nothing he could say would explain. "I miss her."
Iris softened, she walked over, carefully avoiding the glass. "We all do Si, but she would have wanted us to keep going." She paused before adding the last part. "And I don't know if this will make you feel better but you deserve to know. Something killed him, they found his body in shreds in a cave close to where she died. Nobody knows what did it but I like to think it was the universe avenging her."
"Mhm." Sizan didn't meet her eyes. Instead his gaze fell to the closet shard of glass near his feet, a pair of snake-like eyes stared back.
He shook his head, his skin hadn't been violet in years.
But the blood stains hidden under his gloves were fresh.