#(this is quite frankly just the broadstrokes. barely scraping the surface‚ really.

[phos-saken]

★ + Sebastian?

Send me ★ + a name of another muse / character in my muse's canon and they'll talk about their relationship with them

As to be expected, they won't look at the being presenting the question. Picking at the logo on their jumpsuit, at their arms, at the bits of charcoal strewn across the floor. For once, it isn't in avoidance of the question itself. They're just thinking. "There isn't one." Her tone, usually a very empty monotone, is somber, resigned. "There's... Nothing else to say about him." ... Except there is.

Looking up at the sky, locked in eternal dusk, her tail swishes as she thinks. "I don't blame him for it." She finally says. "If I had any more of a spine, I would've taken the route he did. Kill, steal, open every cage... That was working out for him, you know. Before they started sending people who wouldn't stay dead."

Their tail whacks against something. They forget to wince. "We weren't friends, anything he said to imply as such was sarcasm. It..." Shaking their head, it seems they've never tried to put this into words before. "It always appeared as though I was a reminder, to him. I got through that vent the first time, and I knew. We probably both knew the same thing had happened to us. The same goals, the same instinct to survive, the same... Features." Flexing a hand, they look at their segmented fingers with contempt. "It felt like I was a walking reminder that it didn't end with him. And it was never going to. Hell, I was still walking!"

Taking half a breath, her shoulders slump. "There was never a way out for all of us. Not one I could reach, could find at least. We were both doing what we had to for ourselves." She can only hope that he wouldn't blame her for it, either.