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Sometimes, some things were unpleasant to say. As Animum heard the words that left haydens lips, about correct kindling, of becoming what they protest, it struck a chord deep inside the woman. It mirrored too closely, what the original owner of this body wanted for herself. "If that day ever comes, I'll raze this kingdom to the ground myself."
There was a rare rawness that broke through the sullen, muted mask of emotion that Animum wore. If the pain of her choices was a dull, lingering reminder of her transgressions, then the pain that was momentarily revealed in Animum's statement was the bottomless abyss that started it all.
It was the kind of pain that drove even supernatural beings to seek an end to their nigh-eternal existence. A pain so sharp that it could break anything, including god-like beings such as Animum; no being deserved to have pain such as this. Or rather, from the momentary darkness that lingered in her gaze, it could probably be deduced that the price paid to continue existing with that pain, was unimaginable.
As the solace of silence lapsed between them once more, Animum had time to think; She was a remnant, a ziamichi spirit that had been forcibly created, and the last fragment of her host spirit that existed in this world. Every day now, she felt the pull of something on the other side calling her, beckoning her to become whole once more.
When she closed her eyes, she still could see the memories, of her host spirit in anguish; Willing to shatter her own existence, to escape the pain that plagued her. It hadn't been tenacity that allowed what was known now as Animum to continue to exist; Instead, it had been a karmic stroke of bad luck. At that moment, when her fledgling existence opened her eyes, she knew this was the retribution the world had given her.
Then, she had tried. She had joined the gotei 13, tried to become what her host spirit had lost so long ago. Only to be forsaken. That was why, Vastime mattered so much to her, here she did not have to worry about being so utterly, and completely broken. "Sometimes, to bring meaning to the lives that stride willingly to do good, you must enforce retribution towards those that do bad. It is the unfairness that any good ruler must face."
Animum said as she gave her king a faint, sad smile.
When she so clearly could see the pain that lingered in his voice, from the words he spoke of his duty, how could she not bring her hand to rest upon his shoulder? Words often could convey emotion, but intrinsically all beings could say so much more with their actions. Like the hand that rested on Hayden's shoulder; conveying through it that he did not need to seek solidarity in his strength, that he was not alone. "The path of a ruler is one I have often found is like a rose. It can be beautiful, captivating to all that look upon them in adoration. But it is also daunting, painful, and agonizing at times. However, you can feel it right? Every choice you make further tempers the iron will that allowed you to found this nation. The hardships only serve to make you stronger. "
Animum said softly, not wanting their conversation to be overheard by the odd passerby in this portion of the military grounds. After she spoke she once more allowed silence to lapse between them.