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Nyxia stared at the place where the Cie'th had been standing. It wasn't the first time she came across the monstrosities, there were a lot of them wandering around Pulse. But her reaction was still the same. Fear. Pity. Loathing. Every time she came across one, she was always reminded of what happened in her village...to her family. Every single time. She thought it would change as time passed, that she'd change. But nothing has. The more she faced them, the more she felt that surge of anger intermixed with sorrow and terror. Did they deserve death? They had been human once. As human as her father had been. As human as she was now. Did they deserve salvation that death brought them? Atrocious monsters that knows no compassion, that do not recognize friend from foe. Vile, disgusting aberrations made by so called gods. As terrible as her father had become. As horrible as she would become if she fails to fulfill her focus. 

Her knuckles were white from gripping the hilts of her blades, her mind chaotic. She refused to let go of the only things that provided for her assurance. Having them in her hands gave her a false sense of security. She was safe as long as she held onto them. But her father's blood was on them, spilled by the very same blades. She could almost see them dripping off the sharpened surface.

She closed her eyes and tried to push the thoughts away. She needed something to focus on, to take her mind off the past that she can't change. She opened her troubled blue eyes and turned them towards Julian. She watched the exchange happening between him and the PSICOM his group had defeated. She immediately took on an offensive stance, having interpreted the subdued Tracker's body language as hostile. Her eyes tracked his movements, ready to fight in case the weakened man made a move to attack Julian.

A fight that would not happen.

She stared at the man as he revealed his face. White hair, olive skin and gray eyes. She heard his words. [color=chocolate]“That’s what a l’Cie is, isn’t it? Heathens that leave the rest of us to die for their own glory."[/color]

[i]Heathens.[/i]

Yes. That was what they were now, weren't they? 

The mark on her arm burned.