[So Yuan has killed Mithos. That much, at least, seems to be true. As is their betrayal of their promise.]
...What am I even supposed to say to this?
[She only has herself to blame. Weak Martel. Sick, useless Martel always standing in the back. She wishes she could be angry; at Yuan, at Kratos, at Mithos, at anyone. But they would never have failed to keep their promises to her if she had not failed to keep her single, simple promise to them first. She had said she would be alright. She had said it so many times.
She had said it again only a few minutes ago, even though she knows now exactly how much of a lie it is.]
I'm sorry.
[Martel slips into another long, uneasy silence, before speaking again in a shaky voice.]
"Two months ago". "Half a year ago". "In the past year". "Until it was too late". Yuan, how long have I been...
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...What am I even supposed to say to this?
[She only has herself to blame. Weak Martel. Sick, useless Martel always standing in the back. She wishes she could be angry; at Yuan, at Kratos, at Mithos, at anyone. But they would never have failed to keep their promises to her if she had not failed to keep her single, simple promise to them first. She had said she would be alright. She had said it so many times.
She had said it again only a few minutes ago, even though she knows now exactly how much of a lie it is.]
I'm sorry.
[Martel slips into another long, uneasy silence, before speaking again in a shaky voice.]
"Two months ago". "Half a year ago". "In the past year". "Until it was too late". Yuan, how long have I been...
[Dead.]
...missing?