Their claws, just barely, flex. If they held their nail, they likely would have begun a block.
They are not supposed to do this. Empty things cannot communicate. They have never done so outside of indicating injuries to sister, and tearing into a scream when She had burned through enough that they finally, utterly, broke.
They've failed. They know they have failed, the kingdom is littered with corpses their error had cost. Nothing should matter about their flaws further coming to light. Particularly not while following a command.
Exposing flaws while attempting to cling to false flawlessness.
This struggle of thought is stretched long as they look vaguely toward the paper on his desk. But, eventually, they release their cloak and point a claw to their own chest. They are the Hollow Knight, not their twin. (Anything like a twin they may have had is buried at the bottom of the world.)
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Date: 2020-08-25 02:43 pm (UTC)They are not supposed to do this. Empty things cannot communicate. They have never done so outside of indicating injuries to sister, and tearing into a scream when She had burned through enough that they finally, utterly, broke.
They've failed. They know they have failed, the kingdom is littered with corpses their error had cost. Nothing should matter about their flaws further coming to light. Particularly not while following a command.
Exposing flaws while attempting to cling to false flawlessness.
This struggle of thought is stretched long as they look vaguely toward the paper on his desk. But, eventually, they release their cloak and point a claw to their own chest. They are the Hollow Knight, not their twin. (Anything like a twin they may have had is buried at the bottom of the world.)