[~Aoria-sama~]

"My home...It's all gone, there's nothing left."

"I told you all this would happen."

"You should have listened."

I was born of a whore.
-but I knew what my purpose was.

My entire life I was raised for one thing, and that was to lead the tribes of Moxtli into a better tomorrow. To build them up from the ruins they'd been finding themselves in. To create a place where tribes would feel more welcome, to invite new wandering travelers amongst them. To teach the old ways, to live by them. I spent the entirety of my childhood learning our culture, old languages, and how to make connections with other people.  My fathers knew I was defective, I knew I was defective - no one believed me most of my life when I told them I could see shadows.  I was born to lead, only to be considered defective product.

I guess they were right.
No matter how I challenged Sibyl, no matter how much I warned the people.
No one listened. No one believed me.

Now my home has been destroyed.

The chaos I embraced, worshiped. All these years of devoting my life to the recognition of Saekanis. My black wolf.
All for Sibyl to insult him, to evoke his wrath.
-and then run with cowardice.

There's nothing left for me to fight for.

So why do I feel so hungry?...