ooooh, "it's all been a lie, hasn't it?" for characters of your choice. :D
Rage made her body quake.
Her lips curled, teeth bared.
She had poured her blood, she poured her sweat, she shed bottles of tears as the horrors of war plagued her at night. She had endured grievous injuries; a broken leg, a shattered ankle, numerous concussions, bone fractures. She had done it all and had endured it all for Hearth and Home.
For the Home that had been taken her parents from her, leaving her as a street rat raised by the slums of Insomnia.
For the Hearth, she had found in the Glaives, as one of the best search and destroy soldiers.
Vita hissed through clenched teeth, spittle flying from her mouth. The news report on the upcoming peace treaty (A motherfucking peace treaty?!) with the fucking Nifs. It was a slap in her face; for she had fought for. For all she had given to fucking Lucis and it’s fucking King.
“It’s all been a lie, hasn’t it?” It was a quiet fire in her voice, fury burning hot and threatening to destroy anything and anyone caught in her path. She didn’t wait for an answer from Nyx, or from Crowe, or from Libertus. Vita simply stormed away, lightning jumping from her fingertips as she left with the need to beat. something. into. the fucking. ground.
It was only when she was in her shithole apartment in the shithole part of the city that had raised her with her knuckles bloody and torn with more scarring from the fucking Crystal’s Astral forsaken magic on her arms that her carefully made walls broke.
It was all a lie as Insomnia burned, the King was killed, and the Nifs took everything from her again.