The Choice - Brian

Annwyn's gaze hardened, the faintest trace of contempt curving her lips as she watched the unfolding chaos with icy calm. She remained a spectator, detached from the suffering as though it were a grotesque spectacle for her amusement.

"Mercy was never meant for him," she murmured, voice soft yet laced with a cutting edge. "If his mind is still intact, then let him cling to his dread. Perhaps it’s the only thing that truly belongs to him now." She cast a look at Seere, noting the small acts of comfort she still offered. There was something almost absurd in the tenderness, a kindness starkly out of place.

As the falcon and owl closed in, her attention shifted to their mistress. The black and white woman. Annwyn’s eyes narrowed, catching the moment the parasite emerged, watching as it found its new host with a morbid glimmer of interest.

When Brian’s frail form tumbled over the edge, her gaze followed him only as far as the fall would take him, showing no inclination to soften. "So much for kindness," she whispered with a bitter, mocking tone. "In the end, it’s his fear that remains, his final companion before the end." A faint satisfaction glinted in her eyes, as if the inevitability of his demise confirmed some belief she held. With the scene now over and done with, Annwyn turned to depart.

"Annwyn Myfïol"