@moonshymn // even the fucking sinner is baffled from the audacity of x
After he seemingly felled the Moon Maiden, the Avenger had hoped to resume his attack on these fools after they'd come collect her corpse. To his surprise, the kuuvahki energy in her was still pulsing; to his bafflement, the heroic fools who wanted to save Nod-Krai did not came back to check the situation.
Not the Traveler, so naive and willing to feed their savior complex. Not the devoted moon priestess, so devote and pious. Not the Lightkeeper, nor the others who seemed to be her comrades once. What a surprise. There's nobody of them truly noble of heart enough to challenge him again for a simple Damselette.
He cradles her pityfully exhausted form, and strolls without knowing where to bring her. She weight no more than a small animal, and moves no more than a dying one.
'' Then you die uselessly, '' he flats, voice stirring a rumble in his chest. '' The fools you wanted to sacrifice yourself for did not came to gather your body for a funeral. Not even one of them showed up afterwards- when it's time and tradition to bury and honor your fallen comrades. ''
The sight of Nod-Krai comes into his field of vision as he moves up a hill, a gentle breeze barely felt on cold skin, past the constriction of his bandages. The Avenger stands with the false moon in his arms, blearily watching the rise of a new day over a place that he no longer belongs to.
He sounds almost tired when he speaks to her again, unsure if she's listening. '' This is your cage. You're only allowed out when somebody of higher authority needs you, and you're only allowed to fly in certaint zones, at certaint times. '' A pause, anger rises in his throat. '' This is who you die for? A bunch of useless, spineless heroes wannabe who can't even face me to recover your battered body? ''
His unsettle is almost ironic. Even for one of the five, most selfish people in history of Teyvat this feels unjust. Somewhere, she has her pretty little cage to be returned to- and Rerir can't find in himself the bother to bring the little bird back where she should belong. Where she returns to sing quietly. He's heard that melody before, from the depths of Earth.
'' Surely, this cannot be all that there is. '' Perhaps it is. Perhaps it's meant to be unjust, but it stirs something in him. It stirs something possessive, ugly.
''Where is your gilded cage? Moon Maiden. '' He calls. In contrast with his harsh, biting truths that cut like rusty knives, he's never once mishandled her afterwards, even by mistake. His strut has a sort of hypnotic lull to it. '' I will bring you back here, so the fools may play their part in fawning over you... And I will return. For you. ''
