Vera was ready to storm off but as she was turning around to leave, a voice she had not expected yelled, no, ordered her to not leave. Instincts of an old time kicked in, she quickly stopped in her tracks, turning around and sitting back with rigid posture, head looking up at the sky to expose her neck. Vera looked down at Reiko through the corners of her eye, expecting to see another wolf in place. But no, indeed that spirit she had forgotten all about was there as a reminder of the hope she had felt not just for herself but of Shiroshika.
That spirit, it did not upset Vera to see such a look and feeling of ice. She was just more impressed to see it at the moment. She listened, not really able to tune out or drift her attention from the sure oddity of the situation. But a spectacle can only bewilder for so long, especially for one who was use to events of such negativity. Her kid mattered more than Gyrfalcon, guts to admit that. In a way to Vera, it almost felt like the poor clipped falcon was getting disregarded, seen as less value because of birth. Actually, that was a hundred percent the case. Bringing in her daughter to win this argument, how cheap...
As Reiko bristled, Vera mimicked, getting out of her soldier stance to stand on all fours, beginning to feel an edge. It was the words after her kid that began to create a situation that was beginning to make the giant only see in red. She went on and on about how she herself was the problem. It was always her. She was the one that ruined everything. She was trying but it wasn't enough. Now she was trying to live in exile and that wasn't enough. Now that she wanted to leave it wasn't enough. Wasn't right.
The emotions of guilt, grief, sadness, confusion, they mixed with Vera's red anger creating an utter ocean of turmoil within her very core. A single coherent thought could not be made in her head as Reiko's words continued to scream within her.
This situation was similar to another in a way. With Olivia. Being told it was her fault because Vera was always at fault. She was the Dream Killer. No, it did not matter that Oliver was the one who grew bored and felt too uncomfortable because of how Vera looked from her injuries. No Olivia was not at fault for dropping her location to the ones that threw her into wire. That was her fault for not dying sooner.
" If you wish to burn this bridge Vera, you are only injuring yourself further." Her question ignored as Reiko tried to make her dance in her paws. She wanted Vera to snivel and cry more...she...Vera blinked but no matter how many times she did so, she could not get rid of the vision in front of her. The small white wolf now had green eyes and a brindle tail. Ah she got it now. They were the same, on a different spectrum. Both only wanted to hear themselves and ensure what they thought was best. To Vera, unity meant listening and conveying into all sides to find harmony, balance. Reiko was a child with her ideologies, but Vera was not much better off, perhaps worse. A familiar voice entered her skull, each syllable causing her head to pound harder and harder, her vision spazzing at the sight before her before that last shred of decency left. And Vera found herself snap, a broken string of an instrument was all that remained. There had never been any hope for her from the start. She was a follower no longer looking to be saved. She now looked for a world of unity.
Silence, deafening, and yet only seconds had passed during this mental struggle.
Metaphorically,
Even the Buddha may get upset if his face gets punched-in three times,
But for Vera, it took only one...
Vera's fur laid flat as she took a deep breath and let it out. Usually this was how her joy and energy left. Yet this time it only calmed and steadied her. It seems it was time for Vera to grow up. "Reiko..." Vera started, her voice oddly calm. In a blur, Vera crossed the small gap between them, smashing her skull against Reiko's own from an upper perspective like a hammer hitting into a nail, the sound was like trees falling upon one another. It stung, but the larger of the two would likely better off. Vera stood there with a slight wince with her blind eye, blood pouring from her head, some of it was not hers. "You and I both need to learn a lesson it seems." She said calmly as if nothing just happened.
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