[What just moments before had made her feel safe, the protection Masamune offered and had offered her since her arrival in Chantes, the circle of his arms, was now akin to a prison, the threat of being sent back to the village from which she'd finally escaped.
As his grip tightened, she only thrashed all the harder, deaf to his words that instead were twisted by the demon that had set up residence in her skull.
To her mother telling her to calm down. To her mother declaring it was her. To her mother staring at her with those eyes that had utterly failed to understand why her daughter was so horrified to learn what she'd created.
I won't go with you- Please-
[In her squirming, twisting attempt to flee, her hand fell upon the jeweled knife that Aqua had placed in her hands in the castle, and she suddenly froze, half turned away from Masamune with the metal cool in her hand and the demon's whisper growing louder, louder, loud in her ear.
If you don't do it, she'll take you back. If you don't hurt her, you'll hurt thousands...
With a wretched sob, Sieglinde's fingers tightened on the knife, teeth grit, and she closed her eyes as she thrust the small blade into Masamune's side, slipping it past his armor and into flesh and muscle and rib.]
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As his grip tightened, she only thrashed all the harder, deaf to his words that instead were twisted by the demon that had set up residence in her skull.
To her mother telling her to calm down. To her mother declaring it was her. To her mother staring at her with those eyes that had utterly failed to understand why her daughter was so horrified to learn what she'd created.
I won't go with you- Please-
[In her squirming, twisting attempt to flee, her hand fell upon the jeweled knife that Aqua had placed in her hands in the castle, and she suddenly froze, half turned away from Masamune with the metal cool in her hand and the demon's whisper growing louder, louder, loud in her ear.
If you don't do it, she'll take you back. If you don't hurt her, you'll hurt thousands...
With a wretched sob, Sieglinde's fingers tightened on the knife, teeth grit, and she closed her eyes as she thrust the small blade into Masamune's side, slipping it past his armor and into flesh and muscle and rib.]