It looked good?

Solarel stopped dead in her thoughts. Thought about that. Looked good. Looked invincible. Was... that?

Was [i]that [/i]how people saw her?

The thought was alien to her. Yes, she knew she won... well, almost all of her fights. But she'd never once considered the idea that was impressive. It was just, like. She just paid attention to people until she figured out their weakness. And then she used that against them. It wasn't... like, that wasn't anything [i]special [/i]she was doing. That wasn't designing and then learning how to pilot a god unbound by physical instinct. The legends were full of stories of heroes who won all of their battles and returned home in glory but that didn't mean they were [i]invincible[/i]. 

But were... were none of them watching her? Looking for the gaps in her technique in the same way she looked for the gaps in theirs? Or were they all like Akai had been at the start of this fight, so caught up in their external lives and goals or - or, or no. That was blaming them. What if she was the only one who saw the world in this way? 

The Hunter of Huntresses, the girl who had defeated all the knights of the Evercity and bought Hybrasil to its knees, paused to contemplate the idea that she might be somehow unusual. 

It was a scary thought. Previously there'd been a sense of frustration at herself for being a bad communicator and at other people for not respecting her. But what if they did respect her and they just couldn't interact with her? Where the fuck did [i]that [/i]leave her?

[i]Oh sick[/i], she signs. [i]Hahaha[/i].