[Which was true? The sincere love and caring empathy she'd come to understand was Chariot's and wasn't a lie, or the wretched truths Nyu once knew without a doubt? The squeeze of her hand, the warmth in her mind that was anything but hate and fear--these things eroded what Nyu thought she knew as true. Chariot's love was sincere, that was true. And Kaede had done horrible things, that was also true.
Nyu shuddered, even as her fingers tightened in return.
Before she lost her nerve. In a low, urgent whisper, Nyu blurted out:]
But--she's a killer. She's why people I've never met look at me like I'm some--horrible thing, because I share the same face. She's why soldiers came to our house looking for me, because they thought she was there instead.
[And the last, one that almost made her voice tremble and break.]
I don't have a home any more because of her.
[She hadn't wanted to say that, any of it. Even knowing her other self was a murderer was a frightening thing, and bringing it up just reinforced the knowledge. But Nyu couldn't hold it in any longer. Chariot needed to know. She could be in danger, she could be making a mistake. Even...even if it meant not seeing her smile again, Nyu had to warn her. The desire to help rose to the front of her mind again, though it wasn't alone.
As Nyu's affection and curiosity burned bright, so too did her other emotions. This wasn't quite anger or hatred, though; more frustration, a worrying fear, sadness so new its edges hadn't been worn down, even a bit of hysterics.]
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Nyu shuddered, even as her fingers tightened in return.
Before she lost her nerve. In a low, urgent whisper, Nyu blurted out:]
But--she's a killer. She's why people I've never met look at me like I'm some--horrible thing, because I share the same face. She's why soldiers came to our house looking for me, because they thought she was there instead.
[And the last, one that almost made her voice tremble and break.]
I don't have a home any more because of her.
[She hadn't wanted to say that, any of it. Even knowing her other self was a murderer was a frightening thing, and bringing it up just reinforced the knowledge. But Nyu couldn't hold it in any longer. Chariot needed to know. She could be in danger, she could be making a mistake. Even...even if it meant not seeing her smile again, Nyu had to warn her. The desire to help rose to the front of her mind again, though it wasn't alone.
As Nyu's affection and curiosity burned bright, so too did her other emotions. This wasn't quite anger or hatred, though; more frustration, a worrying fear, sadness so new its edges hadn't been worn down, even a bit of hysterics.]