'Ugh, finally. I was starting to think he'd never leave.'
Awilix sniffled, then laughed at herself.
'Oh woe is me…'
But, in that odd experience of reflection followed by hiding her crying from Vale, she felt she unlocked a core understanding about herself — her essence.
Rage, rampage, slaughter…
They were without purpose.
Whatever methods one tried to use to justify the act meant nothing.
True purpose came not in the act, but the motive.
A motive to protect, but destroy.
A motive to build, but break.
A motive to…
'Change, but remain stagnant...'
Awilix had taken a step toward finding her essence.
A step toward true strength.
Though that was only one stop of many.
Awilix pushed herself off the ground, looked up at the moon hidden by the sun's overbearing light, and began to dance.
***
"Awilix, are you dumb?"
"Huh?!"
"Why are you twisting that way! Remember what I taught you? Lefty loosey, righty tighty!"
"Oh. Oops."
