Aaliyah stared unflinching back at Imperia as they walked closer, each word seeming to dig into her. But it was too late to go back now - she had seized the opportunity to leave, and she was going to take it. And she was going to make it hurt Imperia as much as possible. With a flick of her tail and a brief glance toward the cat, she spoke.
"You've hardly raised me. Raising would mean having a loving family, and someone who cared for me. But you never did. You never gave single shit about me or what happened to me. You fought me, you've put me up against others, you've made me kill. Well guess what? I'm sick of it. I'm sick and tired of doing what you want me to do, not what I want to do. And I'm not going to stand for it anymore," she growled, glaring right back at Imperia.
"This cat is terrified. I will not kill her, and I will not let you kill her. She is pleading for your life. Killing just for the sake of it does not make you strong. Killing does not make you strong. Listening to the pleas of one, and still hurting them does not make you strong. You do these things under the guise of them making you strong." She paused, dragging her claws across the stone before continuing.
"Imperia. You are not strong. You are weak. How many battles have you actually won? What have you actually done? You think you are strong, but this thinking only makes you weak."
"Speech looks like this."
"Thoughts looks like this."
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