“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”
Everything inside her burns and sparks like bits of fury caged in organ. She feels alight with a thousands things that unicorns are not made to feel. Things like regret and when she licks her lips and turns back to Raymond she tastes blood and sweat. Her eyes are more black then blue in the shadow of the beast called Ruth. She's grateful that the darkness swallows up that spark of fury, that bolt of dead magic from a dead world.
Calliope looks at Raymond and looks at Ruth and feels more like Death than she has ever felt before. Her horn trembles to remember sipping blood from Shrike's throat and her teeth sting to remember the tang of iron. The world around her feels like nothing but rot and decay, as if nothing will ever grow from the violence of her heartbreak when Raymond turns from her his face.
Thunder breaks in her heart as she steps towards him and blinks away the trembling of her horn and the fury in her belly. “The fault might lie with many things.” Her memories flash back to a tower that rose in the sky only to go down below the loam. Calliope thinks of shrouds of silk that parted before her to reveal Shrike parted like that same silk with red organs and gore spilling from her like rotten wine.
She thinks of many things as she touches her lips to the hollow bellow his eye (as if he would ever have any tears to shed for this fault of his). Everything is in her voice and it's heavy like oil and sand when she walks away from him and the Rift monster. “But it will always be partly with you must decide how to balance that.”
She knows what she would do.
Calliope's already torn her heart out again and again for justice and righteousness.
