SO SHE WAS BLIND. that DID make a fair amount of sense, given the child’s complete non-reaction to the sight of carnage surrounding her. humans were weak with cowardice. children were the most frail. and yet this one maintains her calm almost- ADMIRABLY.
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 as her own mother’s disemboweled CORPSE lies right before her little feet. she’d surely at least noticed the woman’s failure to continue talking shrieking insufferably. but she doesn’t WORRY, at all.
𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, logical. surely everyone present had wanted her to be SILENCED. headaches from that tone of voice were universal.
❝ … Yes, I can see that, now. ❞ A bit of cruel irony in the wording, intentional or not. ❝ You are not quite… the same, as her. Are you? ❞
C̦̞̕u̪͎͚͟r̻̹͙͡i̘͙͈̦̳̖o̼s̞i̙̻̫̗t͘ý̰̰̘̝ ͅr̹̖͍̼͓͠ḛ̵͉̻͕i҉̱g̶n̖s̟͇͙̤̖.̧̖̤͖ ̤͍͉̗̳͡ͅ
𝔸 moment of quiet, before the man slowly kneels down closer to the young girl’s height, surveying her with cold, BLUE eyes. lifting a hand to her cheek, and softly wiping a small splatter of unnoticed gore from her cheek, as casually as if dusting off a counter.
“How do you mean? She was my mother after all, shouldn’t I be like her?” Her voice is calm and almost bored sounding, cheek cool beneath his touch, “I don’t hold her personality, if that is what you mean.”
She just might be the most proper and prim little girl he’s ever met, her clouded eyes staring into his own as though she’s gazing right through him to the core of his being. She wasn’t phased by whatever this being before her was, because he wasn’t human. His aura and soul weren’t like normal humans, but that wasn’t going to set her into a panic. He had done her a favor ridding her of her mother. Surely he was not a terrible thing to have done such an act. Fear would hold no power over him, nor would letting him know all the secrets that lay within her. If he grew bored of her, who’s to say he would not end her in such a violent fashion.
