Scorn, hatred, they were emotions of darkness, of deep, withering obscurity, causing blindness to actions that would otherwise seem logical. Turmoil ran rampart, stirring histories of chaotic times plagued by death and destruction, illogic became logic - it took all of the little shadow's concentration to hold onto herself, to not give in to the magic that drank off not only the energy of her bodice, but evidently the mental guards she had laid within her very cranium. Chronic fatigue tried to unleash the bountiful emotions roiling within her, tried to get her impassive façade to slip, to leak out over the edges of her resolve. No, she hardened herself inwardly further, and felt the faraway safety blanket of Akaith buffeting her resolve, strengthening it, allowing her to endure the torture of being in this demon's very presence.

He arrived then, her saviour, her support, her friend and ally, the guard that had bravely faced death's collector of souls, the reaper who would slit their throats with the scythe upon his brow given half the chance. Matching golden eyes beheld him, locked onto him, betraying only her undying devotion to showing him how grateful she was, how much she appreciated and loved that he would stand by her, and suffer the agony of this hellish boy's existence. Pools turned to view the demon then, ears standing ready to grab at any words he might allow to leak from his macabre lips, draped in tones of one who knew what it was to be captured and kept against his will. The words he spoke held truth - at least, a little bit of it. Mirage knew his position in the Basin, he held power there; he could sway the rest of them to agree to her terms, she was sure.

"Perhaps not yours alone, but I am sure you can influence those around you to your will." Dry, bland, matter-of-fact tones replied, as she was silently furious at the effort she needed to go to just to speak. The usual warm, rich voice of Mirage had faded, her accent even had diminished to become a whisper, and though she spoke with little inflection, there was more to the emptiness of her words than mere lack of emotion. But she continued on, stubborn, determined, tenaciously persevering to reach a conclusion at long last from these historical series of events. "Go, now. Take your leave, do not return." A fatalistic edge coated her words, as she granted the freedom of this prisoner, and watched with due care and concentration that he would, indeed, be gone.

[ Deimos is free <3 & Mirage is following him to the borders to make sure he leaves xD ]

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