「♟♖♞」 Everything looked red, Atterria could not remember the last time she felt this way, her entire body felt as if it had been set ablaze. Not even a week ago, she had been running away from a literal inferno and now it felt like she was in it once more, but this time, it was inside of her. It could consume her any moment now if she didn’t do something quickly and so, without any rational thought or concern for the consequences, she allowed her body to act on its own accord.
The instant she felt him push past her, aggressively bumping her shoulder with his arm, Atterria half turned around, grabbed the back of his cape and yanked it with all her might. In that same motion, she extended one of her legs behind him and used it to sweep his feet right from under him. The angered tactician’s other hand reached over and grabbed him by the collar and held him up, preventing him from completely falling backwards and insuring that his upper body stayed elevated.
“Listen here, you dastard!” Her words were bitter and her anger uncensored, “this is no gift. It isn’t some imaginary curse I have brought upon myself to receive pity from others, believe it or not, it IS utter hell. You claim that I don’t know loss, yet here I stand with the greatest loss of all? ‘You don’t know the struggle of the poor’? ‘You don’t know the struggle of having your family taken away’?! Are you even listening to yourself? I HAD EVERYTHING TAKEN FROM ME!”
By now, she wasn’t doing anything to keep her voice down, it was clear in those fiery sapphire eyes that Gaius’ comment had both hurt and infuriated her to the point where she cared little for her ‘professional image.’
“Chrom found me cold, weak, and hungry lying on the godforsaken wayside. I had a gash on the side of my head the size of one of your damned suckers; do you know how frustrating it is to find yourself completely disoriented? To not even be able to distinguish up from down?”
Atterria’s tiny fists clenched, tightening their grip on Gaius collar as she continued to glare all the while, little droplets appearing at the corner of her eyes. These were not tears of sadness, well, not entirely; they were tears of desperation and fury. Perhaps she did have a good and happy life prior to her amnesia, or perhaps she had been utterly miserable and better off forgetting her past. Either way, it didn’t matter now, it had all left her. In its place, there remained an ever looming void filled with nothing but confusion and distrust towards her own character.
After all, the first memory she had of this new life she had started was that of Chrom… and his murder.
With a swift blink, she growled lightly between her teeth and then let go of the thief’s cape, pushing him downward in the process to prove a point. Atterria had made a mistake; in fact, she had made numerous mistakes associating herself with Gaius. Not because of his profession, not because of his character, but because she knew the two would not be getting along anytime soon. What to him might have been a blessing; to her it truly was a curse. Until the day came where the two could meet half-way, she doubted there would be any sort of friendship would blossom between them.
“I apologize for my irrationality,” but her words were not sincere, her tone was far too stripped of emotion to give any indication that she truly regretted her actions. If anything, it was far too monotone and rehearsed in a way one would state ‘bless you’ after another sneezed. “Personal feelings should be tucked away,” she added but this time it was as if she wasn’t talking to him, “war does not permit such sentiments. They are blinding.”
Even now, she dared not turn away from him; she couldn’t very well turn her back on someone she had just pretty much attacked. So instead, she looked past him, barely keeping an eye on him with her preverbal vision.
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