[ She's never seen her own transformation from the outside — only the wreckage left behind. Husks of bodies, husks of cities. The blasted plain where Constantine used to be a bustling, thriving city.
Is she any less horrifying than that, glowing eyes and scaled darkness? Probably not. But the unreasoning madness in those eyes reminds her of Ravenna. Some of those people could still be brought back. She hasn't had the chance to see the city again, to ask the ones who killed their neighbors or their family or strangers if they were grateful, in the end, to have their sanity returned.
Not everyone can live with being a monster. ]
...Duty before everything. I don't know who's worse, between you and Corvin.
[ Argenti can't hear her, so there's no harm in saying it aloud. ]
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Is she any less horrifying than that, glowing eyes and scaled darkness? Probably not. But the unreasoning madness in those eyes reminds her of Ravenna. Some of those people could still be brought back. She hasn't had the chance to see the city again, to ask the ones who killed their neighbors or their family or strangers if they were grateful, in the end, to have their sanity returned.
Not everyone can live with being a monster. ]
...Duty before everything. I don't know who's worse, between you and Corvin.
[ Argenti can't hear her, so there's no harm in saying it aloud. ]