the hills have eyes.

Throughout the match, she sat--waiting and watching, and most importantly, listening. Oh, what interesting things her audits captured. Even at Basilisk's final words, her emotionless expression remained unchanging. There was a part inside of her that urged her to pity him, to apologize to him, to feel guilt for what she had done. But it that part was long dead and buried like the brute she had killed. She didn't know what it was like to see her parent die before her eyes--she wasn't present when she was orphaned. The lass could think about it but could by no means began to sympathize with him.



After a long moment she looked the brute over once more, examining his size and then the other that accompanied him. Then, Jupiter rose to her paws, and departed, having learned what she unknowingly had wished from her visit.



[ exit jupiter ]