She shakes her head, blue hair falling into her eyes as she watches Amaterasu sing her heart out. She wants it back, that fucking wonder that came with watching the sun itself reach out like she might touch her without catching fire. Seemed like everything in her life came back to fire eventually.
"You're supposed to be like this, like her," She says. "You sing and the whole world stops because you told it to." She still remembers stumbling out of Lucifer's performance in Brixton, ears ringing and head full of her voice ripping the world apart. It had been the greatest thing in the world. She had never doubted for a second that she was a god.
After all, what else could have made her feel that way?
"I'm not Laura anymore. No more than you're Eleanor. This..." A vague hand to herself, to everything that had happened when Ananke had dropped Persephone into her and made everything feel right. "This is mine. I didn't take your fire, someone else did." She's just here to figure out how to get it back.
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"You're supposed to be like this, like her," She says. "You sing and the whole world stops because you told it to." She still remembers stumbling out of Lucifer's performance in Brixton, ears ringing and head full of her voice ripping the world apart. It had been the greatest thing in the world. She had never doubted for a second that she was a god.
After all, what else could have made her feel that way?
"I'm not Laura anymore. No more than you're Eleanor. This..." A vague hand to herself, to everything that had happened when Ananke had dropped Persephone into her and made everything feel right. "This is mine. I didn't take your fire, someone else did." She's just here to figure out how to get it back.