It's the first time she can ever remember not having a purpose.
For years, the only thing she had cared about was revenge. When she finally had it, she was prepared to give up, to lay down and die and finally see her grandmother again, if the afterlife was kind enough— or real. Even that had been optimistic, given what she had become to achieve her ends, but it was something to hold onto. It was Nier who kept her from letting herself slip away, and from then on, she had been his sword— pledged to his cause, determined to fight until his family was put back together.
He had that, now, and while he had made it clear that she was welcome, she hadn't yet been able to bring herself to take him up on any of his offers to visit. She'd tried to go back to her hut outside of the Aerie, but as much as she'd insisted she would never miss the damn shithole, it didn't feel the same, knowing there was a gaping chasm right behind her shack where the town used to be.
No place felt right for her, not anymore. Maybe that was what had lead her in the direction of the village that day— she was out of options, and out of things to fight for. Just for the sake of it didn't feel like enough, not anymore, and without Tyrann driving her forward...
She felt like she'd been cut adrift. Human again, an echo of a girl she doesn't remember, the one who'd died along with her grandmother all those years ago, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.
She spots him in the distance before he can see her, and quickly scales the crumbled remains of an old world bridge to watch his approach from a high perch. She catches him ruminating aloud as he draws closer, and it's almost enough to make her smile.
He's looking for her.
"Hey, old man!" Her voice rings out clearly from somewhere above him, and she leans forward over the edge to peer at him, grabbing hold of one of the protruding iron bars to keep her balance. "Out hunting?"
it's okay the song is in chaos language anyway! EVERYONE LIVES
For years, the only thing she had cared about was revenge. When she finally had it, she was prepared to give up, to lay down and die and finally see her grandmother again, if the afterlife was kind enough— or real. Even that had been optimistic, given what she had become to achieve her ends, but it was something to hold onto. It was Nier who kept her from letting herself slip away, and from then on, she had been his sword— pledged to his cause, determined to fight until his family was put back together.
He had that, now, and while he had made it clear that she was welcome, she hadn't yet been able to bring herself to take him up on any of his offers to visit. She'd tried to go back to her hut outside of the Aerie, but as much as she'd insisted she would never miss the damn shithole, it didn't feel the same, knowing there was a gaping chasm right behind her shack where the town used to be.
No place felt right for her, not anymore. Maybe that was what had lead her in the direction of the village that day— she was out of options, and out of things to fight for. Just for the sake of it didn't feel like enough, not anymore, and without Tyrann driving her forward...
She felt like she'd been cut adrift. Human again, an echo of a girl she doesn't remember, the one who'd died along with her grandmother all those years ago, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.
She spots him in the distance before he can see her, and quickly scales the crumbled remains of an old world bridge to watch his approach from a high perch. She catches him ruminating aloud as he draws closer, and it's almost enough to make her smile.
He's looking for her.
"Hey, old man!" Her voice rings out clearly from somewhere above him, and she leans forward over the edge to peer at him, grabbing hold of one of the protruding iron bars to keep her balance. "Out hunting?"