“She is a smart young lass, she is. She who sides with those who will inevitably triumph over this miserable world."
Nero commented on when Lightning began to hound the young woman who stood a bit ways off to his side. He resumed peering into the confines of Lightning’s cell, the room itself was a bit dark and gloomy, but his crimson eyes shown as bright as a newly kindled flame on the wick of a wax candle. He listened as the woman with the lightly colored hair continued, asking questions as though she had the authority to do so in her current position. It made Nero’s optics dance with amusement, and perhaps muster a smirk if he could.
"Oh…I almost forgot how lovely your barks of anger sounded. They sound especially desperate now that you are here, locked behind these iron bars.”
An idle thought, he let a moment of silence settle uncomfortably about the room as Nero tipped his head off to the side. He blinked slowly, now peering directly at Lightning as he questioned out loud. A musing he spoke out loud and not particularly directing it to anyone.
“Curious. If you screamed, do you think any would hear?”
Yeul felt a pang of guilt as she heard the pinkette cry out asking for an explanation of her intentions, she wanted to explain everything, but she knew with Nero around she was to say nothing. She didn’t want to be thought of as a “damsel in distress” waiting for her guardian to come back to her. She felt desperate, and she was desperate. Her feelings have become numb due to her fear, but Lightning brought all those feelings back, and now she was harming her by keeping her in the 4 walls of a stone cell so that her allies could persevere in their mission.
She listened to Nero torment her for a second and then held up her hand as a cue to stop speaking.“I will speak to her.” she said with her serious demeanor and knelt to the pinkettes line of vision, so that she could listen clearly.
“You will not leave here Savior, it looks like you have lost in your fight.” she said, not sure of what had come over her, its as if she felt herself changing, she was turning into one of them. One of the evils that confined her where she allied.
“I wonder if your allies even realize that you have been lost.”
“Trust me,” she spoke dangerously to Nero, “My bite is way worse than my bark. Screaming is pointless. I know they won’t here me, simply because you asked that.” She wasn’t disappointed or even upset. She was pissed. And she was full of rage. “And when I get out of here, you better watch your back,” eyes flicking to Yuel now, “Both of you.”
She didn’t bother responding to Yuel, in fact, she completely ignored her. Now that she had betrayed Lightning, and perhaps even Caius, she was an enemy. And if lightning had to strike, so be it. An enemy was an enemy, no matter what. All bonds or ties would be severed.
“Yuel, just so you know, you will die.” She wouldn’t be reborn again, and even if she were, she would then be placed back into the cycle of death that she endured for so long before. More than anything, Lightning said that to scare her. But it was also true. If she didn’t die by Nero’s side, she would die by Lightnings.
He was pressed against one of the walls, eyes gently lowering and resting there in silence. But there was no silence, there were sounds of screams and pleas from below, though muffled, the chaos was evident. His eyes flickered completely open to look over at his companion warily every now and again. This was his ally, it was hard to register. Perhaps she could do more than what she appeared to be capable of. She could prove to be useful, maybe it would be in his best interest to look after her as well then.
When the prisoner began to stir, so did Nero, tipping his head to glance in sidelong into the cell.
“Ah…yes. It seems the lass has awakened. Born into the light, confined in the dark."
Nero turned his attention to their prisoner, Lightning was her name, he had been informed. That was good. He had made it a point to ask her for her name the other day when they met, so that he could ultimately have the satisfaction of robbing it from her when she succumbed to inevitable, inescapable darkness. It slipped his mind then, but things worked out on his part in the end.
He turned his attention to the younger girl, he was not sure if that was her name, he ha not said much to her since they arrived at the peak. It was possible that Lightning’s eyes were deceiving her, but she spoke with a certain knowing as though their past interlocked far beyond anything he would ever know.
"Oh, is that right? You two seem to be…already acquainted.”
Yeul kept quiet, barley saying a word within her duration of the stay with her new allies. She feared them, and she was left defenseless if one of them were to decide she proved to be useless to them, which most of the time she felt as if she were. Although, she was starting to warm up to Nero, he wasn’t as malicious as the others and seemed to actual care for her safety, which Caius would be pleased with if he were to ever return to her side.
Kidnapping Lightning was a tough one, she had visions of the mission being successful, but it was hard to execute personally for Yeul, knowing she trusted Lightning and wished to be by her side if she knew Caius would never return. Yeul was too obedient, she felt as if her life depended on this mission, and she knew that she had to do it without a word.
The seeress still was weary of talking to Nero as they stood by the unconscious Lightning Farron, guarding her in case anyone were to try and challenge them. She didn’t think Lightning would remember her, but was relieved when she had called out for her upon awakening.
Yeul nodded to Nero’s words, still not daring to speak, then walked slowly up to the cell that held the pinkette. Standing above her, not daring to show her weakness.
“Hello, Lightning.”
Nothing more than a snarl was given in Nero’s direction. She was focuse solely on Yuel. What was she doing here? Standing with them? She didn’t belong there. A mixture of anger and disappointment whirled around in her. If need be, when all this was over, and Lightning was either freed or rescued, she would take Yuel with her.
“Yuel, what the hell are you doing here? With them?” She held back the anger from seeping into her voice. It was obvious that the seeress didn’t want to be there, but it was far too dangerous to say so.
Soon though, she looked at Nero, her posture now straightening until she was standing tall, pain still throbbing within her skull. “What is all this about anyways? Why the hell am I here?” Letting go of the bars of the cell, she folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Nero. Her eyes though, every once in a while, would flick to Yuel in case there was a change in expression.
