Cyrene continued to eat while listened intently to Mercy’s explanation, she couldn’t focus on the taste because another thing distracted her, she seemed to have figured the dots connected to each other, or at least that was also in her case like Mercy’s sort of, an event that happened in the past linked to a life changing memory, something that you couldn’t forget even on your deathbed.
So that’s what they meant… She pondered over the thought for a moment, when Mercy led the topic to something important of herself it made the Gaoler avert her eyes from the food towards the Skydancer herself.
Her eyes narrowed seriously when Mercy was visibly not looking very well all of the sudden, but then softened as she finally spit it out. The Gaoler sighed, it was silent for a moment before she spoke up in a small voice “So… that makes sense huh…” Someone betrayed her and she forgave that person, it made Mercy unlock her full potential and made her a Pure “I think I understand now…” So it was something that each of them are used to dealing with, or to put it, something that made them into a character, an individual that they are. A Pure is responsible for certain concepts that they’d best know how to deal with.
The red coated Gaoler stared down at her hand, which was placed on the table, she recalled the memory she saw during the orb thing that they’ve done with Time and Ember, one could see the gears turning in her head, finally she half eyed Mercy again, uncertainty in her voice “You don’t suppose two dragons could share the same concepts, do you? Or at least one of them?” Or at least that was what she had thought.
Betrayal Cyrene suspected that could have been why she half manifested
“What happened during that session earlier…with Time and Ember, I’ve seen something that happened to me, something that turned my life upside down…” Cyrene admitted, if Mercy opened up to her, she figured she could do the same, even if it’s just a little bit, the thoughts in her mind have been piled up and brooded over for over two years already.
“I… was not a good person as you’d think I am, or at least that’s what everyone thought.” She heaved a sigh “But I only do what’s necessary, not many would agree with my method, but if it’s what’s best for my country, I’d do it… Even if I have to get my hands dirtied. Those kind of pure hearted heroes that are made up in their bedtime stories can never save them when time calls for it.” Cyrene almost spat in disdain, remembered the kind of ‘revolutionaries’ that’d go around recruiting poor farmers and blue collared workers to rebel against their ‘evil’ overlords, they were nothing but delusional greenhorns that haven’t got a taste of what life really is.
Cyrene caught herself before she went further off the rail, cleared her throat a bit, she reeled herself back to what she was trying to say before
“The memory that I saw when the orb hit me… that woman… she was cursing on my head, probably on my entire bloodline.” She grinned bitterly “Just like the whispers on the streets, she too believed that I brought corruptions everywhere I go, in everything I do. To them, all they saw was the country being corrupted… for me, all I see was having the power to control unreliable, dangerous people and have them serve the country properly.”
“It’s always better to have the upper hands to those kinds that’d backstab you at every chance they’d get, wouldn’t you agree? A firm grasp on the chess pieces so that they wouldn’t fall right over to the opponent. Alas, until
someone ratted me out, and all of my deeds were… exposed...” She dropped the fork, started to giggling quietly and madly, all of the emotions that were boiled up threatened to erupt like a volcano
“Hahaha! That Gaoler wasn’t kidding when she said she’d drag me to hell even if she died…” Cyrene took a moment to quiet down a bit, recomposed herself, a wistful look on her face “What a fool… she thought she could take on the Duke of Langleinster… no one, no one could ever go up against that Guardian, even the Emperor was on edge with him, let alone someone like her… Once Einar had his sights set on something, he’d go great lengths to achieve it… unfortunately, my position was one of his targets, and he intended to take it for his beloved nephew… thanks to them, he didn’t need to lift a finger.”