["In our world," she says, as if this world were the same, and Benedikta has half a mind to remind her of that. Only half, because the other just listens to what she has to say, allowing her the time to explain everything. And she's still not quite sure she understands what souls have to do with any of this—this place has given many the ability to learn new tricks, including herself, that they would otherwise not know, and no one has had to harvest the dead to get it. Though, again, the things she says along with her own thoughts hearken her back to a different time when she lacked the confidence, and when that crowd would not part for her because she couldn't even take the first step into it.
What she would have done back then, in the days before Garuda and before meeting Cid, to have that sort of power. To have something so great that she could have found her way out of the depths sooner and on her own would have been a fantastical thing. She would have shown those who had wronged her what she could do...
But she didn't. She had to claw her way out and build herself up from there, with the winds of Garuda pushing her along.
If only Rem knew how weak Benedikta had been... how weak she still is, in many ways, though she doesn't think that would change the girl's mind in the least... and perhaps that is a good thing.
Because in spite of her inner conflict, despite that bitter taste that it leaves in her mouth, how her aether tingles under her skin as if it feels like it needs to fight for her life, she still can't bring herself to beg Rem to change her mind.]
I was like you once, little bird.
[Her other hand comes up to rest over Rem's, and a rueful smile tugs at the corner of Benedikta's lip.]
Though, perhaps not quite so selfless in my own endeavours.
[Her pursuit was for power, and to protect not others, but herself. Even now, she can't say that she is so selfless, either. She still wants that power, still clings to it like a lifeline even when she has so much more, which is perhaps why she can understand Rem's predicament so easily.
But there is one question that has been lingering on her mind—]
Will this hurt you?
[Because their curse hurts them, as Rem now knows, apparently.]
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What she would have done back then, in the days before Garuda and before meeting Cid, to have that sort of power. To have something so great that she could have found her way out of the depths sooner and on her own would have been a fantastical thing. She would have shown those who had wronged her what she could do...
But she didn't. She had to claw her way out and build herself up from there, with the winds of Garuda pushing her along.
If only Rem knew how weak Benedikta had been... how weak she still is, in many ways, though she doesn't think that would change the girl's mind in the least... and perhaps that is a good thing.
Because in spite of her inner conflict, despite that bitter taste that it leaves in her mouth, how her aether tingles under her skin as if it feels like it needs to fight for her life, she still can't bring herself to beg Rem to change her mind.]
I was like you once, little bird.
[Her other hand comes up to rest over Rem's, and a rueful smile tugs at the corner of Benedikta's lip.]
Though, perhaps not quite so selfless in my own endeavours.
[Her pursuit was for power, and to protect not others, but herself. Even now, she can't say that she is so selfless, either. She still wants that power, still clings to it like a lifeline even when she has so much more, which is perhaps why she can understand Rem's predicament so easily.
But there is one question that has been lingering on her mind—]
Will this hurt you?
[Because their curse hurts them, as Rem now knows, apparently.]