Unfilled [Cirno/Henrex]

There was a sense of dissociation at the moment that Henrex began to hold her tighter. It was hard for The Celestial of The Ice to accept these feelings as it's only natural for someone who has had their heart essentially withered away to begin accepting new emotions or insights. To some it was always a form of coping to hold on to feelings of hurt as to move forward from that pit of comfortable heartache seemed more bearable than to open your heart once more and repeat the cycle of feeling happiness, only for it to be shot down from some unforeseen circumstance yet again by the gods.

In spite of that, however, she knew precisely who she was: Cirno Iramasha. To hold on to her sense of identity was key to enduring through this rough time in her life. Even if her heart feels as if it had withered away into the dirt of the earth, the will of her soul would not allow for the woman to waste everything she built up because of this. Of course, there were going to be passing thoughts about all the people who invested in her, the home she built through The Guild of Heroes and everything it took to cement herself as The Leader of Angel Iramasha.

So as Henrex's powers began to have their influence on Celestial of The Ice, the woman's face seemed to come out of its dazed state as a row of familiar voices started to echo deep within the confines of the Iramasha's mind. They replayed all the fights she had, the people she helped, the growth her persona had and all of the bloody war and bodies on her hands. To end all of this progression, this sin, this redemption; to have it all end because of one woman.....was almost maddening to a degree. Which is why the voice of Erna had this to say to Cirno in spite of this:

"You're not going to waste the power we all gave up our lives for, are you? Or did you forget the blood on our hands?"

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And, at that same moment, the question which Henrex posed to Cirno registered in her mind as the ego of her fallen angel came forth into play. Both of them rose excellent points with how this whole interaction was beginning to take shape. To move on peacefully through this life it was beneficial to keep this level of hurt under control before it drove her insane as it did following those psychological scars of the Australian war.

Thus, after she had a moment to process it, Cirno looked upwards toward the sky once more; as if she were looking for guidance through this storm. Perhaps the gods themselves would take pity on this fallen angel, but she knew the hard road ahead was going to be paved and put together by her own ability to self-help herself. As open mouths do not get fed, the reality is not changed with inaction and the greatest blessings come from taking that first step to help yourself.

"Alone. I feel alone."

That was the first words which Cirno could utter forth as she tried to organize the broken pieces of her heart to figure out the source of this pain. Spoken in a hushed and quiet tone, how could one not feel this way without their beloved in their life?

"I've pushed myself as far as I can with all the people that look up to me to strength, but inside I feel a deep sea of sadness without the woman who took me in when I was nothing. The woman who taught me to love, to have something to protect, to experience happiness and make a family."

With memories beginning to burn into the Cirno's frigid mind, recollections of the time spent with Kazumi scorched her psyche like being consumed in a pit of flames straight from hell itself. As the bittersweet pleasures of the time they spent together left a sense of ache that caused the production of tears to begin falling through her now pale skin. Yet, in spite of this fluid flowing from her eyes, the woman's face expressed no sense of sorrow at this point. Instead, a look of defeat and confusion washed over it as she tried to process these emotions and comprehend a way to work through them to keep the heart of who she is.

"And to that degree, it almost feels selfish. When the whole world is on the verge of breaking out into war here I am having this pity-party for myself; hiding away once more like a child in this sorrow is almost patheic for someone supposed to have so much influence in this world...I hate it."