[ Yuri gets out a clean handkerchief and gently pats Throne's forehead and face in case she was sweating from it being an absolute nightmare. ]
It's also how I lost my eye... to that Abnormality, but I lived. I wouldn't dare to encounter it in direct combat. That's why... I thought you were brave, Throne.
[she allows this, though she is a little surprised at the touch. just a little jumpscare.]
... I don't think that makes you not brave. It makes you smart. You know when to not engage.
[it did in fact eat her head so like, y'know. she's going to say more, but she's interrupted by the rift! and a memory starts to play, abruptly.
you are six years old, and you have just returned from your first job. a blonde woman with bright red lipstick stands over you. she has a collar in her hand.
this is what happens with all the children, you've been assured. pirro himself told you. he already has his collar. he just got it, even - he came to you in the middle of the night two weeks ago and crawled into your bed with you, and cried against your shoulder until he fell asleep. when you asked him the next morning what happened, he lied and told you that he had no idea what you were talking about. but... now that you've come back, maybe you understand how he felt.
the woman - mother, as you know her - smiles at you. there's a tinge of disgust to it that she thinks you don't see.
she steps forward, and snaps the collar around your neck, securing it in place.
you frown. it was bad. you didn't like it. it smelled awful. you can still smell it on your hands, even though you washed them, and it's making you feel sick. so... you reply:
I don't want it on my bread.
mother snorts. she leans forward a little, with a smug smile.
"With this, you're now a proud little snake. Which makes me your Mother."
that makes you angry. you puff up a little, clenching your little fists.
No. My mother died. After giving birth to me.
and something flickers across mother's face - something like fury, something bitter and twisted and disgusting. her hands go to the whip on her hip.
"I will have none of your backtalk. If you want to live, you'll learn to bite your tongue and listen to me," mother snaps, and you scrunch down a little. the collar feels tight around your neck, but you mumble yes mother, and she waves a hand. leave. get out of here.
and then - without any sort of breather, suddenly you are in front of that woman, around seventeen years later. watch til 1:57:55!]
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... I'm sorry. [it's. hard to be the last one, it's hard to make that decision. she knows that from experience.]
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[ Yuri gets out a clean handkerchief and gently pats Throne's forehead and face in case she was sweating from it being an absolute nightmare. ]
It's also how I lost my eye... to that Abnormality, but I lived. I wouldn't dare to encounter it in direct combat. That's why... I thought you were brave, Throne.
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... I don't think that makes you not brave. It makes you smart. You know when to not engage.
[it did in fact eat her head so like, y'know. she's going to say more, but she's interrupted by the rift! and a memory starts to play, abruptly.
and then - without any sort of breather, suddenly you are in front of that woman, around seventeen years later. watch til 1:57:55!]
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Throne...
[ She quietly breathes out. ]
Did you feel better after that?
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I don't know. Yes and no. [she says, exhaling slow.] I don't... I don't enjoy violence.
But it didn't feel bad.
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[ That's what it seemed like to Yuri, but she doesn't want to assume. There's so much of Throne that she doesn't know. ]
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[ Because it seemed like it affected her entire life. ]
And... it's always okay to say "puppies and kitties".