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No one, that's who! ([personal profile] shinon) wrote2021-06-17 04:57 pm

The Hammer of Godly Lightning

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Characters: Sheena, Raine
Word count: 332
Warnings: None
Notes: GYWO Yahtzee, "fulgurous."


Volt is still her least favorite Summon Spirit. He's still the big jerk who killed her village, who shut her out of the life she should have had, and then came back and took Corinne too. They may have a pact now and everything, but - in some ways understanding makes it worse. Summon Spirits don't think the way that humans do, or elves or half-elves or anybody - they're still people, kinda, but some are more people-y than others. Volt's way out on the weird end of the scale, and he can't seem to conceive that he did anything wrong.

The lightning comes when she calls. It's still the lightning that took everything from her. How was that ever gonna not be weird?

"Well?" Raine asks her, once. "How was it?" Raine isn't exactly Sheena's favorite person, either. But if she hadn't translated for Volt, he would've killed everyone, all over again. So - okay, fine. She's allowed to ask.

Sheena sighs. "It's like trying to get a leash on a monster. And - the leash keeps zapping you. I know Volt doesn't mean to be such an asshole. He was trying to protect himself. But he still..."

"That must be hard for you to understand," says Raine. Her face is blank. "I'm sure you'd never attack anyone who approached you in peace." For just a moment, her gaze flicks toward Colette. Then back at Sheena, eyebrows raised.

Oh, this lady. Sheena bristles. "That's why you could speak for him, huh? Because you've got an evil mind."

Raine doesn't turn a hair. "People have broken agreements with me before. People have failed me. To the extent moral concepts even apply to a spirit, of course I don't condone his actions. But try to think. Haven't these things happened to you, too?"

Sheena waits until Raine leaves to try again. Rather not give that witch the satisfaction. But she sits down, and clears her mind, and slowly, the purple sparks weave through her fingers.