please
#2
Kira is broken.
"Please…"
Her words fall to stubborn ears, muted in the whispers they are uttered in. Shining hair, now dull in the metal room, falls limply to her shoulders and her eyes are too empty to even cry anymore, so she looks up to the invisible ceiling and begs.
"Please!"
Her guns are long gone now. The sword, once so precious and wowit'ssomaginificent! lies useless in the corner of her prison, and some part of her – the SeeD that's so used to fighting that only knows black and white – is snarling at her to stop begging fool! but she just plain doesn't care anymore.
Annabelle's dim laughter falls to her ears as the low hum of magic fills the air, deaf to the pleas of her mirror-twin.
"We were born for this," are her last whispered words in the humid air and Kira is gasping, panting, and contracting her lungs because goddamit she can't breathe! then falling forward.
She's awake, staring emptily into the ceiling of her Garden dorm room before turning on her side into the pillow and swearing that she will never beg in the face of an enemy ever again.
(weeks later anna is the one pleading for her death and kira thinks that hearing such words coming from the girl is a horrible blasphemy to her existence.)
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