Irhya only laughs nervously in the back of her throat. What is she supposed to say? Never mind that the very sight of it must make her feel terribly responsible for the whole thing, but that it was the catalyst for a number of stark changes in her life, things that extended far beyond the Scions or Nanamo herself...
"We were all blaming ourselves," she tries, her mouth dry. "Everybody, for every reason we could find. Alphinaud came down on himself hard for being an incompetent leader. Tataru surely must have lamented that she had nothing but words to offer anyone. Raubahn... I can scarcely begin to imagine how he felt, more than anyone else. But that the rest of the Scions dropped everything in order to ensure I escaped, even over themselves... to be honest, I didn't understand it at all."
One of her hands runs over the top of her head, pressing her ears down only for them to spring back as she passes over them. "That thought festered for a while. It went from a faint trace of contempt to an almost palpable temptation to run away and never look back. And then..."
And then all those ugly things manifested in front of her, stared her right in the face, drew their sword, and quite literally tried to cut her down. It's still mildly amazing that the only people still holding onto that secret are those who bore witness to the whole thing at Whitebrim.
"...Mmm. I suppose sometimes it takes just such a strong dose of reality to set one straight after something like that, though." Crossing her arms, she adds shortly after, "Anyway, that you were able to blow a hole in that scenario so quickly without stumbling over any lingering feelings speaks a great deal about you."
no subject
"We were all blaming ourselves," she tries, her mouth dry. "Everybody, for every reason we could find. Alphinaud came down on himself hard for being an incompetent leader. Tataru surely must have lamented that she had nothing but words to offer anyone. Raubahn... I can scarcely begin to imagine how he felt, more than anyone else. But that the rest of the Scions dropped everything in order to ensure I escaped, even over themselves... to be honest, I didn't understand it at all."
One of her hands runs over the top of her head, pressing her ears down only for them to spring back as she passes over them. "That thought festered for a while. It went from a faint trace of contempt to an almost palpable temptation to run away and never look back. And then..."
And then all those ugly things manifested in front of her, stared her right in the face, drew their sword, and quite literally tried to cut her down. It's still mildly amazing that the only people still holding onto that secret are those who bore witness to the whole thing at Whitebrim.
"...Mmm. I suppose sometimes it takes just such a strong dose of reality to set one straight after something like that, though." Crossing her arms, she adds shortly after, "Anyway, that you were able to blow a hole in that scenario so quickly without stumbling over any lingering feelings speaks a great deal about you."