Kolina
I'm gonna wrap it up there. I'm going to bang out a solo and then we can have them meet again?
Talking didn't win wars. Hopeite knew that. But, then again... she didn't really care. It wasn't about the war for her. Never has it ever been about the war for her. It had always been and every shall be about the way that this war, like all the rest that came before it and all the rest that will come to pass peels the film of lies away from the eyes of those it touches and reveals the absolute truth. That humans are predisposed to violence. They only pretend otherwise for the sake of their own sanity. This was the truth, and the faster people recognized that the better.
The monster inside of her chuckled and coiled tighter around her heart, choking the blood from within until it ran cold.
What are you?
The second request of her name pulled Hopeite from her musings. It took her a second to regain herself, and she was sure her bewilderment showed plainly on her face. It was only a moment, though, and she recovered with a smile.
"Not a chance Princess Sprinkles," she muttered, clapping her roughly on the back. This conversation was starting to bore her, all this talk of righteousness and conversations and purity. It kind of made Hopeite's stomach turn. Besides, she was tired, and it was beginning to show in the way her eyelids drooped and her movements slowed microscopically. She stalked back to the side of the building. She gave a short, curt salute and hopped backward over the barrier, landed with a sharp clack of her boots, and sauntered away again.
