[ She just finds herself getting angrier and angrier as Faith refuses to scream, on some level recognizing that the Slayer is just made of stronger stuff than her, that she's still a weak sheltered ingenue no matter how much she's changed on the outside. Even with her enemy seemingly at her mercy, she's still so helpless.
And it doesn't make it feel better, really. The rage isn't soothed, it scorches her soul black and blistering as surely as it snaps Faith's bones. The thought of Sayo's lifeless body lying in her and Himiko's home is no less monstrous and haunting to her. But at the same time, she wants this, as surely as she wanted anything in her life. Later, she'll try to tell herself that these feelings were entirely alien to her, but she'll fail.
This is who she is too. ]
You can bleed for me! [ She brings the knife down into Faith's gut and twists. The smell of that sickly-floral toxic blood fills the room, and she's not sure she'll ever get it out of her nostrils. ] And you can fucking die!
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And it doesn't make it feel better, really. The rage isn't soothed, it scorches her soul black and blistering as surely as it snaps Faith's bones. The thought of Sayo's lifeless body lying in her and Himiko's home is no less monstrous and haunting to her. But at the same time, she wants this, as surely as she wanted anything in her life. Later, she'll try to tell herself that these feelings were entirely alien to her, but she'll fail.
This is who she is too. ]
You can bleed for me! [ She brings the knife down into Faith's gut and twists. The smell of that sickly-floral toxic blood fills the room, and she's not sure she'll ever get it out of her nostrils. ] And you can fucking die!