You can't make me!

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse Ithuriel-Klein

Recluse hated the man, she hated him for driving her father away. She was certain it was his fault her parents were gone, it was his fault that she'd been left behind. She wanted to hurt him, she wanted to be comforted. But she couldn't allow herself to be weak in front of the man. She glared at him as he rose to his full height and spoke. In her brief stint abandoned she had matured in a very specific way, mostly having learned to latch onto whatever means of survival presented itself, even those that wounded her pride.

She didn't need to respect the man, didn't even need to like him but she could see the olive branch he was extending and she could latch onto that, at least until she was stronger again. "Fine." She said all the venom and hatred she felt poured into a single word. Recluse scarfed down the remains of the snake, her stomach starting to ache, suddenly more full than it had been in a while.

"Speech"

Art by Sirinsong

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