Kevin: Alyss.. your.. .. hm.. you... -blushes and points at her hips, where the dress was torn and bloody- what happened...?
{❀} Sniffling and hiding her face behind her hands and her bangs, the girl in white hunches in on her shoulders. Why did he have to see her like this? In the worst moments? Not only had he seen her when she’d had to contend with Vincent, but now… now…
Falling to her knees she struggles with the pain. Here in the human world, the Core cannot protect her from it—like a human, she must suffer like the rest, and it is such a horrible change to have to make.
Not all Chains love the Intention of the Abyss. Many do, and many will throw their lives down at her feet for her sake, but there are the ones, the ones that have had a glimpse of the human world—the taste of human flesh on their lips, who see her as a monster. She is the one who calls them all back, it is her duty, for the Chains do not belong in the human world without a contract, and she is not cruel enough to condemn humans to their ravaging.
It is these Chains who will face even the Core to bring her harm.
It is for this reason that the Core traps her inside her sanctuary—why she cannot wander the Abyss alone. Under it’s watchful eye—always watching—Alyss never feels any pain, and it will tear any Chain apart before they might touch her. However, those times, those rare times that she might have an opening to escape, a lapse in the Core’s watching—a blink of sorts—this protection is levied.
It was just bad luck that this Chain had happened upon her as she ran, just back luck that there were not other Chains who might protect her to do just that. Just bad luck, really, that Alyss had found herself trapped, cornered, and alone with a Chain who wanted nothing more than to see her suffer.
And he knew what he was doing.
Only through scraping and screaming did Alyss manage to force him away, calling any Chain from anywhere who might help her. For the first time she considered calling the Core, begging that it rescue her just once more. Of course, she did not need to do this, the Core had come, following her, and it tore the Chain apart.
In this moment of distraction, Alyss ran, struggling with the ache and dripping blood as she went, desperate—needing more than anything to feel the fresh air in her lungs—the human world. She scrambled through the tear, crawled out into freedom just one more time—the Core couldn’t stop her then.
But here, free from it’s influence, free from it’s protection for all of her suffering, did the pain really start.
Now, she is before Kevin, the person she’d followed through the tear, on her knees, suffering. She could end it, allow the Core to drag her back and all the pain would end, the tearing would patch right up, but she would not be free. Freedom is something that Alyss will pay any price for.
"I ran into… a carriage…" She chokes, smiling up at him through her tears, but she cannot rise—it hurts too much to rise. "…clumsy… really…"
