She was prepared to listen, if there was truly no way to save Cortana. She was prepared to let Kanda pull her back to safety. It may have been unacceptable to lose a member, but it was less acceptable still for their entire journey and mission to end in failure. She knew that. She tried, for an instant, to believe that must have been what this was about.
She was prepared to listen, but she was not prepared for what she saw. Her warning came too late, as Cortana already felt the brunt of the plot against them.
"Traitor!" The worst scourge of any battlefield, and the most despised. No one who heard it would hesitate to plunge a weapon into the heart of the man it described. She spat the word as she drew up in anger - but all her struggling and lashing out with heel and elbow weren't enough to overpower Kanda's grip, and she was too beyond herself to notice it kept her from any danger from the creatures he'd summoned.
Even now, she couldn't imagine the true depth of it. She could only think of a thousand things that took on new and grotesque meaning. Each time she found her eyes looking for him had just been his calculation. Every moment of learning to rely on him had made her a fool. She made it personal. She was overwhelmed with shame and the sense he'd been laughing behind her back. Every smile of his was false, every touch- No, she wouldn't think about that.
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She was prepared to listen, but she was not prepared for what she saw. Her warning came too late, as Cortana already felt the brunt of the plot against them.
"Traitor!" The worst scourge of any battlefield, and the most despised. No one who heard it would hesitate to plunge a weapon into the heart of the man it described. She spat the word as she drew up in anger - but all her struggling and lashing out with heel and elbow weren't enough to overpower Kanda's grip, and she was too beyond herself to notice it kept her from any danger from the creatures he'd summoned.
Even now, she couldn't imagine the true depth of it. She could only think of a thousand things that took on new and grotesque meaning. Each time she found her eyes looking for him had just been his calculation. Every moment of learning to rely on him had made her a fool. She made it personal. She was overwhelmed with shame and the sense he'd been laughing behind her back. Every smile of his was false, every touch- No, she wouldn't think about that.
She would think about vengeance.