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(The below is OOC, a peek into an alternate universe with Mylah)
Her hands trembled, Mylah's throat choking her voice, fighting against any words that were trying to force -claw- their way out of her throat. She knew she should've been livid at her friend, yelling profanities incessantly, hell- maybe she should've already begun ripping Hecate apart into little pieces again and again until all that was left of that stupid grinning face was scraps. Mylah knew she should've felt angry, and maybe even angrier than that, but all she was left with was a hollow sadness, any anger that bubbled up inside her subsided. She hated it, she should've felt mad but... She couldn't bring herself to be, not at Hecate. She sharply inhaled, swallowing her anxiety, knocking on the cave wall with her metal hand, creating a loud enough clang for Hecate to notice. "Hecate we- shit we need to talk." She forced out the words, feeling like a block of wood pressed against Mylah's windpipe. "Oh? Oh- oh- dearie me?" The office chair twirled around with Hecate in the center, her blue hair and black cape caught in the motion. "Yet another, yet another! How sad, please my friend if you have complaints about the quickest and incidentally most recent of our strategic movements, say it quickly and now so that I may discard it!" She used her boot to slow down the chair, comedy mask meeting Mylah's eye. "Please- Hecate don't..." Mylah's voice trailed off, furrowing her brow, "more than anything else I- I need you to listen to me Hecate. None of this- why did-" she grumbled, every new world she failed the tinier she felt. "None of this was the pla-" Hecate kicked off her chair, moving towards Mylah with a rather bumpy arrival, the ridges of the cave floor not treating office chair kindly. "Ah ah ah, that wasn't apart of your plan my dear! Not mine however, it was completely and utterly non-debatbly apart of my plan. Please do not conflate the two of them." A bandaged hand booped Mylah's nose playfully, the comedy mask seemingly mocking her. "Bullshit." Hecate tilted her head, pulling back her arm to slump against the chair. "Hera, my dearest apologies but I didn't quite hear that, may you please repeat your last utterance?"
"I'M CALLING BULLSHIT!" Mylah yelled, mechanical hand grabbing the collar of Hecate's shirt. "I- I didn't make those bombs for you to go ahead and blow up Greywall and almost kill Kura! He's still in the hospital recovering, hell I haven't even gotten Poppy's permission to..." Hecate was staring up at her, her expression indiscernible from the mask, having completely fallen limp in Mylah's grip. Mylah slowly lowered her, metal arm letting go of the pressure it had built up. "I'm.. I'm sorry, you're still my friend but..." A raspy voice broke Mylah's train of thought. "It is okay, Mymy, I will not force you into staying in this little group of ours, but I will continue what I have begun, you cannot stop this." Hecate touched the smooth mechanical arm that held her prisoner just a moment ago. "I understand I am the reason you are like this now, my friend, and I thank you kindly for everything you have done for me."
Blood seeped into her mouth, Mylah couldn't help but feel conflicted, she shouldn't, this should be just simple as is but- but she just couldn't bring herself to hate Hecate, despite everything. "Yeah... Yeah I know." Mylah turned around, walking through the entrance. "If the Hecate I know is there... Please stop, for everyone's sake, for... My sake."