[To run or to fight. These weren't things Sieglinde has the choice to choose from, not really. Funny- hadn't she told that to Gilgamesh when they'd first met. She was a witch who could not run away even if she wished to. From the truth, from her problems, or from violence or even death. With her broken and bound feet, the thin, slightly atrophied legs of someone who had almost never needed to walk under their own power...
To run was simply to have ones back to what would kill you. To make the most futile of desperate efforts before the end. So "run", Sieglinde knew, wasn't an option. Rin... She was possessed, and there was little perhaps she could do, but she had to do something. So the potion's cap went spinning across the floor as the little witch squared her stance, locked her knees, and pulled a dagger from her skirts, pouring the liquid hissing and steaming over the blade.]
I call upon the goddess who governs, whom I beseech to aid me now- !
[Her knees were shaking beneath her gown, though, as she raised her head, prepared to meet Rin, or whatever demon that had possessed her if need be, when-]
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To run was simply to have ones back to what would kill you. To make the most futile of desperate efforts before the end. So "run", Sieglinde knew, wasn't an option. Rin... She was possessed, and there was little perhaps she could do, but she had to do something. So the potion's cap went spinning across the floor as the little witch squared her stance, locked her knees, and pulled a dagger from her skirts, pouring the liquid hissing and steaming over the blade.]
I call upon the goddess who governs, whom I beseech to aid me now- !
[Her knees were shaking beneath her gown, though, as she raised her head, prepared to meet Rin, or whatever demon that had possessed her if need be, when-]