[At least this would-be victim knew an opportunity when he saw it. Hayame conserves her arrows, already running low and with no new fletching in sight, hooves dancing cautiously on the labyrinth floor as she keeps a wary eye on the beetle and the boy, bow still ready in case he should fail-
But he does not, and it is then when he turns that she actually realizes who it was and that same recognition appears on her face before she tamps it down in favor of her general expression. A stony frown.]
Your gratitude is unnecessary if it is grudging.
[The beetle is no longer twitching, so without further ado, Hayame moves towards the corpse, reaching to grasp her arrow and reclaim it from the bubbling gore of an eye.]
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But he does not, and it is then when he turns that she actually realizes who it was and that same recognition appears on her face before she tamps it down in favor of her general expression. A stony frown.]
Your gratitude is unnecessary if it is grudging.
[The beetle is no longer twitching, so without further ado, Hayame moves towards the corpse, reaching to grasp her arrow and reclaim it from the bubbling gore of an eye.]