[ ayaka stares at the hat— at sabo— with a stunned expression. she can’t believe the words she’s hearing at the moment, but the impact they have on her are equivalent to sledgehammers to the walls that she had hastily built up again.
ayaka wishes that she could tell him about all the years that she spent running from her sins. that she could tell him about how the guilt of her existence was something so heavy that it crushed her heart and made her so easy for mages to use and change to what they see fit. about how she ran, ran, and ran from her sins like a fugitive until it she was hollowed out and filled with only more fear and guilt in a desperate attempt to reduce her to a mere tool for others to use for their benefit.
but when she opens her mouth, all that comes out is a quiet, broken sob. bottled up emotions and burning self-hatred spill out in tears as she covers her face with her hands in a feeble attempt from shielding herself from sabo’s heartfelt wish to her.]
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[ ayaka stares at the hat— at sabo— with a stunned expression. she can’t believe the words she’s hearing at the moment, but the impact they have on her are equivalent to sledgehammers to the walls that she had hastily built up again.
ayaka wishes that she could tell him about all the years that she spent running from her sins. that she could tell him about how the guilt of her existence was something so heavy that it crushed her heart and made her so easy for mages to use and change to what they see fit. about how she ran, ran, and ran from her sins like a fugitive until it she was hollowed out and filled with only more fear and guilt in a desperate attempt to reduce her to a mere tool for others to use for their benefit.
but when she opens her mouth, all that comes out is a quiet, broken sob. bottled up emotions and burning self-hatred spill out in tears as she covers her face with her hands in a feeble attempt from shielding herself from sabo’s heartfelt wish to her.]