#threads | murderyn

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"Can... I ask you something? Err, more like some things. I just... I don't know a whole lot about the crisis. No more than the stories say, at least." Her knees had drawn up as she watched her sister, arms holding her legs to her chest. "What were the people you traveled with like? And Gorion? I always hear you called 'Gorion's Ward', but... well, no one ever says anything about Gorion."

[dcviums]

@murderyn asked:

blood will be spilled. i know it. let it be mine, not yours.

"No. Ryn, I don't want that." Nimue's brows knit together, jaw steeling against her thoughts. "Look, I don't expect to survive this. I don't... I don't even know if I want to survive. If I die against Orin, or against the Brain, then that's okay." It wasn't resignation, it was fact. "You deserve to get a good ending."

[dcviuma]

@murderyn asked:

❛ i’ll say it again: humans are strange. ❜

"You're not wrong..." Nimue had hopped up on a short wall to try and get a better view. It was hard for the little elf to see much of anything when the streets of the city became crowded. "But, I bet we're pretty weird to them, too--- and to most people. Given the whole spawn thing." Brown eyes scanned the market, trying to pick out what, in particular, Ryn meant.

"Who was it?"

[dcviuma]

@murderyn asked:

“You are not to blame.”

"We don't know that." Perhaps, when it came to things like Alfira's murder, no. Nimue wasn't to blame, despite that she'd held the blade that committed the act. But before? Before her mind had been minced? From all she'd heard, she had actively participated in torment, blood, death--- she'd enjoyed it. Could they really lay all blame at Bhaal's feet?

Her arms wrapped tightly about her form. "No, we do know. Everything that Gortash and I did? That was me, wasn't it? The Absolute plot, breaking into the Hells for the crown, enslaving the Elder Brain. That was me."

[dcviuma]

@murderyn asked:

i'm always running from something .

Doe-eyes studied her sister for a moment, studying, trying to read. Her voice was soft when she spoke. "Don't you get tired?" All of that running only to keep running. Wasn't it better to face it and die or not die. Make a stand, prove a point. Rip out a heart or two and people would take you seriously. Maybe they'd even leave you alone. ---But, perhaps, that was the Bhaalspawn in her talking. At least the bit about the heart ripping.

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"Don’t get caught breaking the law. Simple as that."