[ she's thisclose to just making a pbhlllttt sound.
and then - there's a memory of her own that triggers.
it's kind of a mix, a mess of things. brilith finds herself suddenly and without warning being yanked out of her bed, dragged out by the hair by figures in blue cloaks, hooded and shadowed. but it's not brilith, it's beau, and she starts shouting, curses and threats and insults and hey! mom! MOM! as she's yanked down the staircase, and tossed into the main foyer.
a tall man in a suit looks down at her, expression tight, arms behind his back. she instantly realizes something is wrong. he's expecting it. he doesn't move, and beau picks herself up off the ground, fists clenched, and she starts to swing, but one of the cloaks grabs her by the arm and keeps her still, even though she shouts.
What the fuck! What are you doing? beau screams in his face, and the tall man lifts a hand and backhands her.
it doesn't hurt so much as it shocks her. she stares up at him, and he says, We're sending you away. You have much to learn, and we can't hold your hand any longer, Beauregard. The Cobalt Soul will take it from here.
and as she's being dragged out of the house, there's another sharper, thudding memory that slams in, an austere, bald elven woman rearing back her fist and punching brilith - beau - across the face, sending her to the floor.
Are you listening, now?
Do I have a choice?
and then - abruptly, the memory ends, and beau curses at the top of her lungs. ]
Fucking - stop showing that one! [ she shouts at the ceiling. ]
[ she stumbles back, both from the shock of the memory and beau's shout, catching herself on the pew but not before sending her staff clattering to the ground. brilith leaves it there, staring at beau with wide eyes. ]
Beau... [ her voice is quiet, horrified. ] Was that... your family?
[ but how could family treat someone like that? even jibril, for all that she never cared, had never raised a hand against them. so how...? ]
That's fucking noble of you. You're a way better person than me. I would've said fuck everybody, I just - I'm not that kind of person. So it pisses me off.
[ she won't say anything now, but beau will see another memory later that may clear up why she doesn't necessarily agree. ]
But you protected Nie HuaiSang despite all of that, so it isn't like you don't care about anyone else at all. Standing up for those you care about... [ even if others, brilith included, disagree ] ...that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
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and then - there's a memory of her own that triggers.
it's kind of a mix, a mess of things. brilith finds herself suddenly and without warning being yanked out of her bed, dragged out by the hair by figures in blue cloaks, hooded and shadowed. but it's not brilith, it's beau, and she starts shouting, curses and threats and insults and hey! mom! MOM! as she's yanked down the staircase, and tossed into the main foyer.
a tall man in a suit looks down at her, expression tight, arms behind his back. she instantly realizes something is wrong. he's expecting it. he doesn't move, and beau picks herself up off the ground, fists clenched, and she starts to swing, but one of the cloaks grabs her by the arm and keeps her still, even though she shouts.
What the fuck! What are you doing? beau screams in his face, and the tall man lifts a hand and backhands her.
it doesn't hurt so much as it shocks her. she stares up at him, and he says, We're sending you away. You have much to learn, and we can't hold your hand any longer, Beauregard. The Cobalt Soul will take it from here.
and as she's being dragged out of the house, there's another sharper, thudding memory that slams in, an austere, bald elven woman rearing back her fist and punching brilith - beau - across the face, sending her to the floor.
Are you listening, now?
Do I have a choice?
and then - abruptly, the memory ends, and beau curses at the top of her lungs. ]
Fucking - stop showing that one! [ she shouts at the ceiling. ]
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Beau... [ her voice is quiet, horrified. ] Was that... your family?
[ but how could family treat someone like that? even jibril, for all that she never cared, had never raised a hand against them. so how...? ]
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[ she kicks the pew, not looking at brilith. she's... embarrassed? ]
I didn't get a choice. About anything. [ she says, bitterly. ] All my choices were made for me. That's why I fucking get mad.
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But you do now, right? [ get choices, she means. ] And you're using that to try to help people.
[ right? ]
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And the Cobalt Soul came crawling after me, but I joined it on my fucking terms. Not my dad's.
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Yeah. [ she's quiet for a moment, debating, and then: ] I guess I just can't imagine why someone would. Too selfish.
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...You mean, why someone would make the choices I did. To sacrifice themselves for everyone else, to keep smiling so they don't worry.
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[ she looks up at brilith now. ]
That's fucking noble of you. You're a way better person than me. I would've said fuck everybody, I just - I'm not that kind of person. So it pisses me off.
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[ she won't say anything now, but beau will see another memory later that may clear up why she doesn't necessarily agree. ]
But you protected Nie HuaiSang despite all of that, so it isn't like you don't care about anyone else at all. Standing up for those you care about... [ even if others, brilith included, disagree ] ...that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
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[ but not strangers, is what she's implying, even if that's not necessarily true. ]
I wouldn't have given up my life to protect a city. Definitely wouldn't have tried to summon a god.
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Graceful in all aspects, huh. [ she mutters finally. ] We're just arguing to argue now.
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[ that's another story. brilith goes to pick up her staff. ]
There's no need to continue this conversation if that's all it is. [ she smiles, her usual armor back in its rightful place. ] I'll go, then.
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No, I'm in your territory. I'll go. Don't worry about it. [ she'll start to pull herself up and head out, pulling her jacket close. ]