Kolina
Parue
Infinities
- Mjolnir was... coping, just about. It had been a while since she had found herself this angry at the world, angry at the war, angry at herself. The cosmic struggle damaged more than the physical, broken bones and charred flesh healed with time, soldiers patched themselves up and continued to fight despite the pain. However their minds were not often as resilient - it was harder to forget anguish, harder to carry on living normally when each battle took it's tole.
She had lost herself to Mjolnir once, lost herself to the ideal of becoming a warrior and as such forsaking her human side. The process of becoming Ofelia had been challenging, nothing more so than reaching out and making connections with civilians and branching out from the DMC ‘cult’. Now, just as she had found some resemblance of normality and happiness she found her world under threat once more.
She had no control over the events of the past, the events of the future and it was making her revert to her old ways. It had been a long time since she had found solace in battle, found serenity from the fight - but more and more she was using her powers as a coping mechanism. If she was going to be carried along with the tide; she was going to do so fighting.
Maybe she should have stayed a warrior, things would not be as messy if she did. The fact she had ever thought she could be something more was foolish and the loss was the price she would pay for it. Having to say goodbye again, reverting back to a ghost, marginally preferable to to Mirror swallowing her whole. She did not want to die. But she did not want to lose herself in order to live. Loneliness, darkness, no sense of self.
She was so scared,
Mjolnir was out for blood and she did not care where she found it. Youma, Agent or Corrupt alike - any would satisfy that itch. When did she turn into this, how much could she blame it on the corruption and how much was her own fault? Emilie had her faults but she was never cruel, that trait was born with Ofelia.
