[Something in Benedikta's demeanour shifts. She doesn't let go of Rem's shoulder, and she won't unless she steps out from under it herself, but there is a new hardness to her expression. Not angry or disappointed, or even sad... but rather, steeling herself against that spike of emotions that gather in her chest. It's... certainly not what she was expecting Rem to tell her, and it is so far from what she could have imagined this process to be.
It only hits a bit of a deeper place because... well, she's dead. Would they have harvested her soul in that case? Would she have been among those who had their souls... ripped from her? She isn't even sure how that works, or what being "harvested" even means.
Could she say that she blames Rem for it? No... not really, because if she were in Rem's shoes, Benedikta might have done the same. Back then, she would have done anything that anyone asked her to if it meant being stronger, and being able to stand on her own two feet in a world that would try to knock her down at every possible turn. She had, in a way, only through different means... So, she can at least sympathize with her on that front.
But there is still conflict in the furrow of her brows, and Benedikta is silent as she starts to lead them into a walk again, thankful that the path that they take to return to the city proper is quiet.]
And what exactly does the... [A pause.] ...harvesting of souls do for you here that training with a sword and magic cannot?
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It only hits a bit of a deeper place because... well, she's dead. Would they have harvested her soul in that case? Would she have been among those who had their souls... ripped from her? She isn't even sure how that works, or what being "harvested" even means.
Could she say that she blames Rem for it? No... not really, because if she were in Rem's shoes, Benedikta might have done the same. Back then, she would have done anything that anyone asked her to if it meant being stronger, and being able to stand on her own two feet in a world that would try to knock her down at every possible turn. She had, in a way, only through different means... So, she can at least sympathize with her on that front.
But there is still conflict in the furrow of her brows, and Benedikta is silent as she starts to lead them into a walk again, thankful that the path that they take to return to the city proper is quiet.]
And what exactly does the... [A pause.] ...harvesting of souls do for you here that training with a sword and magic cannot?