Facing the past (@tattoo-of-sin)
Victory.
Humanity has won over the uncertain paths that have been crossed, defeating creatures that seemed to be impossible to fight against, resurrecting against all odds. Joy and hope are roaming the lands, people seem to recall their faith in life once more. But, spirits are not as high as they are made to be once observing individuals for their own. Deaths, as always, have occurred. They are unavoidable, never will they be when it comes to war.
As always, Kagura managed to keep her demeanor at a low, trying to appeal as less attention to herself, and rather draw it to her guild mates. Difficulties and concerns were present in her heart, but she never found meaning on surfacing them, it set her off course, or so it felt to her that way. She always had a stern view towards her life, and not much could change that.
While addressing her comrades, the swordsman found that one cat-like mage was missing from her view, and immediate awareness fell to her mind as she began to scan the area for Millianna. Quickly enough, she stumbled upon the somewhat bruised form that of the brown haired teen, and a she could feel a sudden painful swirl in her stomach once she gazed upon the man that was to accompany her in conversation. Her fingers grasped firmly atop of her sheathed sword, yet her body won't move.
It seemed that Millianna was upset, yet unwilling to take action against the man. For the most, Kagura felt relief at seeing that she will not take part in actions that the swordsman knew Millianna would not be able to bare later on, but she couldn't help but to question if she was in the need of help. Of course, the thought of rampaging the fugitive crossed her mind-- or stormed it multiple times, to be exact, but there were many things holding her back now.
Her brother's death was thrown around from person to person, each one taking it's blame so easily, yet she wouldn't find truth to any version. She knew who's fault it was, no matter how much they would try to deny-- her mind was set in stone. Jellal was to blame, but it was not a sure call anymore. She would not take the risk of killing someone who might not be in fault, even in the slightest.
So all she could do at those moment, while she saw that sickening man talk to one of those who he had made to his slave years back, is hold onto her sword, and wait while frustration, guilt, anger and concern mixed inside her being.
Coward. Just like him.
