i like that caenis’ bond lines are like usual stages of opening up but you can see the emotional wall breaking the further in you get. bond 3 is us asking a pretty insensitive question but let’s assume we don’t know her myth and history as guda, it’s unfortunatelly an innocent, ignorant, question.
bond 4 got me really fucked up
Bond 1
Haaah!? I told you I'm the Divine Spirit, Caenis. ...Huh? "The tyrant Caenis from the legends wasn't a god"? Well, that's true. I claimed to be a king, but I never called myself a god. So why, you ask? that's simple. By the way, don't you have any alcohol or meat?
Bond 2
Phew~...alcohol from the modern age's pretty decent. So, what were we talking about? Aah, about me being a Divine Spirit. That's simple. I've received a shitty blessing from that shithead sea bastard, Sea God Poseidon. The power of a god. Moreover, that guy gave me a part of himself too. His trident. The Sea God's three-pronged spear that's akin to Poseidon's symbol. Possessing that, while it annoys the hell out of me, makes me a real god of the sea. Hahaha, that's how it is!
Bond 3
Poseidon? I have nothing to say about him. Why would I talk about that shithead...Hah? "Since he gave you his blessings and his trident you must've had quite the relationship"? HAHAHAHAHAHA! ─────I'll kill you, you know? Don't say anything more than that. I'll kill you.
Bond 4
I...liked watching the sea. A long time ago. But, on that day, on the beach...no, it's nothing. I, the woman of Thessaly, Caenis, have surely died that day, and the one who the legends sometimes call a tyrant and sometimes a hero, Caeneus, was born. So, just why did I materialize in this state, with the name of Caenis...
Bond 5
Huh? I was like a woman? Me? You must be mistaken. Hahaha, you say some funny things. ...Say that one more time. I'll send your head flying before you open your lips. ...Hm? You weren't joking? I see. In that case, those were the vestiges of Caenis or something. Well, my True Name is Caenis now too though. Good grief, what a pain in the ass, seriously. ...What's with that face, hey. Hey, you bastard. You can go prying and making guesses all you want, but don't give me your sympathy, Master. If you were to do so, I'll end up thoughtlessly killing you.