[ she feels like an idiot for even asking. for extending akane's pain. it's like another knife in her gut. she wanted to give akane something honorable, something painless, but with fire? she knew that was impossible. it would be painful, and agonizing, and shameful — burning at the stake was not only done for witches, but as a way to display wrongdoing to the masses, to dissuade others from committing the same crimes. it was.. making an example out of someone.
she would say something to akane to reassure her, tell her she's so fucking good at dying and resurrecting that it'd be over in an instant, but it didn't matter. she was sure akane didn't want to hear it, and she wasn't sure she had the words or wherewithal to organize them into a coherent phrase. moments like this? they were without language.
without hesitation, she chucks the torch as far as she can throw it — she doesn't want to have to go get it, to prolong this horrible situation. she wanted this to end. she wanted it all to end. that was coming next, she reminded herself. this was just today's appetizer.
instead of running away, she finishes her cigarette. she's almost catatonic for a moment. what was the point of getting out of the way? of hurrying? even if she died, well.. she knew it wouldn't matter at this point. she'd throw caution to the wind for now. just.. exist, and be. the smell of her cigarette's filter burning intermingled with the wood's flame and the rapid decay of the giant stake. it was so hot. oppressively hot. but somehow, she felt cold right now. ]
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she would say something to akane to reassure her, tell her she's so fucking good at dying and resurrecting that it'd be over in an instant, but it didn't matter. she was sure akane didn't want to hear it, and she wasn't sure she had the words or wherewithal to organize them into a coherent phrase. moments like this? they were without language.
without hesitation, she chucks the torch as far as she can throw it — she doesn't want to have to go get it, to prolong this horrible situation. she wanted this to end. she wanted it all to end. that was coming next, she reminded herself. this was just today's appetizer.
instead of running away, she finishes her cigarette. she's almost catatonic for a moment. what was the point of getting out of the way? of hurrying? even if she died, well.. she knew it wouldn't matter at this point. she'd throw caution to the wind for now. just.. exist, and be. the smell of her cigarette's filter burning intermingled with the wood's flame and the rapid decay of the giant stake. it was so hot. oppressively hot. but somehow, she felt cold right now. ]