She has been persistent, but she knows that concern and care fuel her actions. Akali’s body gradually relaxes, though she’d give Irelia a downcast gaze.
“–I fear that it may hinder me when the moment counts most.”
Fingertips glide from their still positions at the side of her arms, lightly placing themselves upon the shoulder guards of the shadow-fist. Rarely does Irelia notice a concession of eye contact from the Kinkou member, a submissive gesture that hints that her pleadings start to break through her exterior.
“The most remarkable aspect of a human is not our aptitude, nor our compassion, nor our awareness. It’s our adaptability.”
And a weak smile passes sympathy from one Ionian to her compatriot.
“You have every right to be the dispenser of justice, to play the role required of you. But when it is all said and done, you must not forget who else you are.”