"You've always been selfish and better than me. Why bother ask? You knew whatever you had planned was going to turn out okay, and that's all that mattered. I am not an idiot, Sairque. You are my other half, I know you as well as you do... Or I did." Her voice was flat, her eyes were flat. If Sai cared to test their bond, she would notice that Addy had withdrawn so deep inside herself there was just a numbness in response to the such probing. Finally taking the courage to sit up, and ignoring the excruciating pain as she did so, Aidara rubbed the mess that was her throat. Her sisters iron grip had left a welt in the shape of a hand mark, red, angry and starting to bruise around the edges. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her torn shirt, wincing as shreds of fabric that had been pressed into her wounds tore free. The freshly opened wounds immediately started bleeding anew. Pulling the ruined garment over her head and throwing it to the ground, Aidara shivered as goose flesh crept along her torn and savaged skin as the cold wind buffeted her. With her shirt off, the extent of her wounds were easy to see. Addy's entire side was torn and bleeding with welts on top of welts across her back, both from the shaft of the arrow. Her knees, elbows and shins were mottled with bruises from the rocks and sticks that they had rolled around over in the heat of their tussle. A shallow scrape on her forehead oozed blood just above her eye, where strands of hair from her bangs stuck as it dried. It was not a pretty sight. Green eyes turned towards her sister as she talked, Aidara standing completely still until Sairque was done talking, nodding once before returning to the inspection of her wounds. She clearly wasn't going to forgive and forget. Her sister had hurt her deeply. The love and devotion, the unyielding trust that Aidara had placed into her twin was shattered. She could feel the pain and confusion, the regret as well as the diminished satisfaction and shame. They were all feelings that Aidara shared, deep down. She wouldn't feel them until later, anyways. She was just an emotionless shell. Abandoning her shirt, ruined quiver, bow, and arrows Aidara turned her back on her sister with out another word, making her way slowly and painfully back to Wind Reach, where her medicinal supplies were located and the hope of eased physical pain. Emotional pain was another story. |