[ Tears are not an unfamiliar substance-- Crying is not an unfamiliar act. But it is something that occurs rarely and in very small doses. Inancha had once believed her tears had completely dried and withered away when the Collective had finally finished what the Malaguld started. So many months have passed where a feeling meant nothing more than fuel to her weapon, where she could separate the source of her pain from her heart and mind and could ignore her regrets. But that very regret stands before her, falls to her knees and pours her heart out. ]
[ Khara's words are wounding, but only in the sense that Inancha begins to realize the mistake she has made. The desire to have a closeness and family sparked from childhood, remained in her travels, yet she never realized she had obtained it well before joining the Collective. Somehow knowing Khara's feelings and the respect she holds solidifies that. ]
[ And Inancha cracks. ]
[ Those eyes that had began to well with tears squint, a pained expression coloring her the brightest it ever has in her entire life. Even through a blood-coated face, her eyes glow through the tears that flood through. That look of pain clear enough to be seen miles away. Inancha exhales a pained sound, choking on words that won't come as her dizziness over comes her. Such a great loss of blood and aether has destroyed her, and Inancha falls before Khara just the same. ]
[ What has she done? She's nearly killed her friend, her family. Had full intentions on mercilessly destroying her and bringing mere scraps to her superiors. The small Au'Ra falls to her knees, arms extended outward as her entire body flops. The torrent of emotions that completely wrack her at once have her in a guilt-ridden, terrifying panic and she clutches her head. Plated fingers cling and tug at her hair, and Inancha screams into the dirt. She sobs uncontrollably and shakes, unable to speak in kind to the incredible words Khara has shared with her. ]
[ What a mistake. What a failure. All this time, and here Inancha still has no idea who or what she is. ]
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[ Khara's words are wounding, but only in the sense that Inancha begins to realize the mistake she has made. The desire to have a closeness and family sparked from childhood, remained in her travels, yet she never realized she had obtained it well before joining the Collective. Somehow knowing Khara's feelings and the respect she holds solidifies that. ]
[ And Inancha cracks. ]
[ Those eyes that had began to well with tears squint, a pained expression coloring her the brightest it ever has in her entire life. Even through a blood-coated face, her eyes glow through the tears that flood through. That look of pain clear enough to be seen miles away. Inancha exhales a pained sound, choking on words that won't come as her dizziness over comes her. Such a great loss of blood and aether has destroyed her, and Inancha falls before Khara just the same. ]
[ What has she done? She's nearly killed her friend, her family. Had full intentions on mercilessly destroying her and bringing mere scraps to her superiors. The small Au'Ra falls to her knees, arms extended outward as her entire body flops. The torrent of emotions that completely wrack her at once have her in a guilt-ridden, terrifying panic and she clutches her head. Plated fingers cling and tug at her hair, and Inancha screams into the dirt. She sobs uncontrollably and shakes, unable to speak in kind to the incredible words Khara has shared with her. ]
[ What a mistake. What a failure. All this time, and here Inancha still has no idea who or what she is. ]