Hey everyone, just a reminder that this story follows the ideas in Inside His Mind and probably won't make sense if you don't read that one first.
His Reasons Why
Chapter 2—Chariot
She irritated me. Every time she opened her mouth, every time she entered a room, it never failed. She would find some way to irritate me. It was never something large, like with so many of the others. It was always the little things. And there were so many little things. And they added up. Fast.
Her voice. That whiny, loud voice. Every time she said anything, it sounded as if she was unhappy about it, as if she were always complaining. And she talked a lot. She never really had anything of importance to say, which was why it was always a surprise when something slightly intelligent popped out of that mouth of hers.
She had no real personality. She was the master of hiding behind her friends and her loud mouth. The Priestess was her shield, her excuse for everything. Absolutely everything. It was almost obsessive. Creepy. The way she clung to her. Desperately. As if she needed someone around to tell her that she was strong, was a good person. The way she claimed she needed to be able to protect the Priestess. But it was obvious that she depended on the Priestess much more than the Priestess depended on her.
It was pathetic.
Watching her cling on to each new person who joined the group, but remain stuck to the side of the Priestess. Needing her approval for everything, yet claiming to be strong and independent. Tough. A protector.
Don't make me laugh.
She couldn't protect anyone on her own. If it came down to it, she would be destroyed in a fight. But she would never think that. Oh no. Not with all that "training" she does. And of course, with all the steak she eats. That combination makes her strong. It's weird. So many obsessions wrapped up into just one person. And that the person can be seen as "normal" by most people.
All the little things. All these things that happened every time I saw her. They added up fast. Faster than I thought possible. And each time it would happen, my hatred for her grew just a little more.
Thanks for reading! I'm really sorry that this took so long to update, life got in the way, and then I realized I don't really hate Chie, which made this hard to write. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or followed this story, I really appreciate it! And as always, a big thank you to the lovely Neko-Houkou, who continues to put up with my whining while I write and helps me get "unstuck". Until next time!