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[color=F65772]"Ignorance..."[/color]

[color=888888]— Hilaria[/color]
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To tell the truth, there was a point in Hilaria's life where she'd found it impossible to look forward to tomorrow. It was when she'd lost someone she had once loved because she was powerless to protect them. The pain in her chest was magnitudes greater than any she had felt before and it felt like it would never go away. So... she tried to make it go away in the worst way possible. 

She was unsuccessful. 

That was the last time she ever did something like that, but also the last time she dared form a proper relationship. 

Love was... a detriment and a timebomb. To give someone a piece of your heart and to care for them was to invite despair to your door. Because it's not a matter of 'if', it's a matter of 'when'. You lose what you've spent so much time and love on, and then it will leave you with what feels like an everlasting void in your chest that nothing can fill. 

That is why Hilaria chooses to avoid getting too close to others. They'll just hurt her after all. They'll find something they like better, or they'll get upset at something trivial, or they'll die all by themselves, leaving her alone. So why should she bother? Even if it's unintentional, getting close to someone will always end with them causing her pain, and that's simply the irrefutable truth. Only someone ignorant would ignore this. 

[color=F65772]"Be I nothing more than a hypocrite, then...?"[/color]

Hilaria muttered these words as she made her way towards the party. To tell another truth, she couldn't exactly get that memory she regained out of her head. The terrible, horrible, no-good one that involved Beacon and their betrayal. And, of course, Isabella. But it wasn't anger that drove her thoughts. No, it was far worse. 

It was joy. 

She had managed to recall the feelings she had after that betrayal took place. How long that justified fury lasted, and how many times violent thoughts that had never once before crossed her mind, became prevalent in her day-to-day life. Those had faded, only to briefly reignite when reminded by Isabella, only to yet again depart. But even if she no longer felt an intense hatred, that did not explain the joy. 

She was glad that Isabella was still alive? How idiotic. A woman who had forsaken her would only do so again. And it was already established that connections were only made to be broken alongside one's heart. But regardless, she still felt this way, and it wasn't going away. Not even the copious amounts of food she'd ate with a variety of other magical girls had cured this illness. Maybe it'd be what finally killed her? 

[color=F65772]"Mayhaps the food here would serve as a distraction from these childish, ignorant thoughts..."[/color]

Hilaria came to a halt as she noticed a rather peculiar sight: a monster girl, taking after a rabbit, was cautiously begging to be purified. She was justifiably on edge, having presumably been persecuted by the very same faction that had cast Hilaria out, all for merely being something they did not care for. The rabbit looked adorable, but this situation was certainly nothing to take lightly. For that rabbit, this decision could potentially solve her biggest worries, or lead to her death. 

So naturally, Hilaria stuck her head into the affair. She might continue brooding if she didn't do something else.

Dorothy would feel a very soft breeze tickle her ear, only to then realize it was coming from another being. Were the bunny to turn around, she would notice the usually-armored girl had drawn close enough to invade her personal space. Not that Dorothy would know this, but Hilaria was [url=https://i.imgur.com/b1gRPAH.png]dressed a bit differently[/url] for the occasion. In either case, the girl did not remain quiet. [color=F65772]"Hilaria wonders if they'll listen~ They're so inconsistent~"[/color] she shout-whispered, clearly not intending to actually prevent others from picking it up.