07-23-2022, 08:19 PM
Ryatah
She has not seen Agetta since that brief moment in the void, when her mind still could not decipher between reality and delusion. It was only because Agetta was something different, a detection of something new in the seemingly endless cycle of catching a glimpse of dapple gray or a flash of yellow eyes in the infinite dark, that the sight of her had almost jolted her mind back into focus.
It hadn’t been enough, though, and in the end Ryatah had hardly questioned when Carnage took her with him and they left Agetta behind, because she hadn’t been certain either of them were real to begin with.
It was not until much later—after she found her way back completely—that the realization of what had happened finally hit her, and while she felt a whisper of guilt at the back of her mind, she did not act on it. She did not know why Carnage had taken her out and placed Agetta there instead, but she did not want to question him. The thin, fragile line she walked with him always felt as if it was in a state of crumbling, and she wasn’t ready for it to collapse just yet.
Agetta’s statement reminds her though that not everyone sees him the way that she does, but she offers only an easy smile despite the flare of defensiveness that clenches in her chest.
“Carnage and I have a…understanding,” she says slowly, and though she chooses her words carefully she still finds that they fall short. Explaining their relationship was virtually impossible; it deviated so far from what most were familiar with that she finds it’s easier to not speak of it. After a long pause where it seems as though she is debating sliding past the topic, she finally tells her softly, “I’m sorry, though. It wasn’t my intention for you to be left there.” Now, her dark eyes shift from Agetta’s face, using the excuse of surveying the landscape as a reason to ignore the unease still beneath her ribs as she teases weakly, “At least we are both here to witness Beqanna falling apart, again.”
It hadn’t been enough, though, and in the end Ryatah had hardly questioned when Carnage took her with him and they left Agetta behind, because she hadn’t been certain either of them were real to begin with.
It was not until much later—after she found her way back completely—that the realization of what had happened finally hit her, and while she felt a whisper of guilt at the back of her mind, she did not act on it. She did not know why Carnage had taken her out and placed Agetta there instead, but she did not want to question him. The thin, fragile line she walked with him always felt as if it was in a state of crumbling, and she wasn’t ready for it to collapse just yet.
Agetta’s statement reminds her though that not everyone sees him the way that she does, but she offers only an easy smile despite the flare of defensiveness that clenches in her chest.
“Carnage and I have a…understanding,” she says slowly, and though she chooses her words carefully she still finds that they fall short. Explaining their relationship was virtually impossible; it deviated so far from what most were familiar with that she finds it’s easier to not speak of it. After a long pause where it seems as though she is debating sliding past the topic, she finally tells her softly, “I’m sorry, though. It wasn’t my intention for you to be left there.” Now, her dark eyes shift from Agetta’s face, using the excuse of surveying the landscape as a reason to ignore the unease still beneath her ribs as she teases weakly, “At least we are both here to witness Beqanna falling apart, again.”
EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES
@Agetta