Hatsya had wanted to argue that she didn’t know that reassignment was even an option, it’s not like there is a mandatory class for new recruits to take where they are taught these kind of things. Although, it was worth noting that her involvement before the unfortunate incident was rather short and afterwards it had been nonexistent.
But then he listed certain punishments.
Death - A fate she she had resigned herself to back in the alleyway when Benitoite broke her sword. At least it would have been quick if he’d followed through.
Youmafication - A punishment that she had not considered. The thought of being turned into one of those mindless feral creatures that roamed the Rift truly terrified Hatsya to the core causing her legs to buckle when she tried to back away from him.
“Then what do you require?” The question came as no more than a whisper as she absently grabbed onto a fistful of the General King’s coat that had pooled around her when she fell if only to keep her hands from shaking.
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“Atonement.” He said quietly. “It’s clear you believed you had no options, however. Ignorance is no excuse, we are at war, you’ve seen, and experienced what they can, and are willing to do. What you did… no matter how angry you were, no matter how justified you felt, you struck a blow for them.”
He shook his head and turned his metal hand over, curling the fingers to show the movement of it.
“It would be a shame to kill someone with your obvious skills. I would rather, reassign you, and punish you though not… a Youma I think, not unless you refuse to operate, or do such a thing again. But punishment, an eye, as it were…for an eye, and then you work for me. It will not be easy, but nothing good ever is.”
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From where she sat amongst the pile of fabrics, Hatsya flinched with each flaw he so eloquently listed. For all the steps she had taken and careful planning, there were, in fact, additional consequences she did not consider.
What Zinkenite said was true, had she succeeded it would have aided the terrorists.
For all his faults and broken trust between them, Benitoite was as loyal to the Negaverse as they came. She had seen him fight and knew his skill which is why she took extra precautions to make sure he had been disarmed when reaching out to him.
A small pebble dropped into a pool of water.
Her anger towards the General had stewed inside for so long that it had made her narrow minded and selfish in that she failed to see how the outwards ripples, caused by her desire for freedom, would affect anything outside her own life. For that she actually felt shame if not remorse for lacking that foresight.
But then Hatsya looked up as the Sovereign's tone changed when he made a comment that was reminiscent of something Benitoite once said. Without ever having the opportunity to have actually seen her fight, he too regarded her skill in a way that made it seem she was not as broken as she may have thought.
As he continued, she remained quiet until he had finished.
“I don’t understand,” she finally replied. Her brows furrowed, further emphasizing her confusion. With his face half covered it was extremely difficult to tell if he was being honest or if this was some kind of charade to disarm her further.
Either way, one thing was made certain. Without directly stating it, the General King had made it quite clear what part of her punishment was. Reassignment meant restricted freedom, he would not let her leave the Negaverse, the one and only thing Hatsya truly wanted; and disobedience meant mindless servitude in the form of Youmafication. Neither of which sat well with her, but she wasn’t exactly in a position to argue either.
“Despite all my faults, why assume responsibility over me? What benefit is there to you?” With the patience he had showed thus far, and blessid distance he kept between them, Hatsya truly did want to trust him. On one hand it sounded like a position many would pine for. Especially after so many all but literally threw themselves at his feet swearing loyalty to him. But on the other… his last statement, as foreboding as it was, made her honestly wonder if he might be worse than the ashen blond General.
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 8:21 am
“Because I believe that you still have potential. Your history with your current general makes it unlikely. “You have incredible power within you, it’s a blessing that you’re in our hands, and for as much as you have ire for how you were drawn in, you could save the lives of people like you, with training, and experience you could help us stop even one of their so called Princess or Princesses.”
“In all your ire, doesn’t the potential to save people like you give you some satisfaction? ”
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“Yes” she replied. At least that was how she had felt early on. Now, she wasn't sure she held the same conviction.
For a while she remained still, simply processing the information Zinkenite had given her. He had said an eye for an eye which seemed to reason that Benitoite was going to be the one to choose what her punishment should be. Atonement, however… that was for him to decide. “What will you have me do then? And what happens if I fail to meet your expectations?”
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“Since you seem to anticipate death… I fear that i would have little choice. To make a punishment at all effective for you, Then we would turn you… into a Youma.” He hesitated when he said the words, his eyes turning away from her, distantly skimming over some unknown history before he turned back and met her eyes, squarely. The regret and promise in his eyes that failure would have consequence.
“As for what I would have you do, I think it would be in your best interest to learn to work with a fellow officer. I will find you someone…and you will work side by side with them. For the most immediate punishment though, I will be speaking with Benitoite.”
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“I see…” Her reply was so softly spoken not even she was sure any words had actually passed her lips.
Hatsya’s body felt exhausted from her battle with Benitoite before he had dropped her in this cell. There had been no time to recover the energy he had taken. Each shallow breath still felt as if he had his hand around her starseed.
Soon though, soon she would be done with him. A silver lining to this little dance they played and yet her heart and mind felt so very numb. It was hard to look forward to a happy future when all she could do now was sit here on the cold stone floor and wait.
She did not hold back against the petite General and knew full well that his injuries would take some time to get patched up. “I am sure you have more important matters to attend to. You don’t need to stay, I won’t go anywhere.” Just as she had mentioned before, there was no place she could go that he couldn’t just bring her back.
There was no fight left in her. Sure there were probably more questions she could ask but it was best not to push her luck more than she already had. Instead, Hatsya gathered her coat into a little bundle and moved to lay down on her side with her back towards the General King. His greatcoat remained beside her where it had fallen; she would not assume it would be ok to use as a blanket while she waited for a decision to be made.
I apologize, I thought I had replied to this a long while ago. Ende, if you would like to do a final reply that's ok, or we can end this one here.
I realize this plot is taking longer than I intended it to. I know you're both incredibly busy. Let me know f you two would prefer to hand-wave the last parts.
