Yuusei hasn't said much since his initial snarl toward Bezaliel, especially once his pillar was enveloped in shadow. It was so cold, and he felt like he was missing something. His chest ached with longing and a sense that this, all of this, was somehow his fault. And he still feels like that, even as he lies slumped in his crystalline prison. Inprisonment within inprisonment. The iron hurts.
Hazily, though, he lifts his head and stares in confusion and then shock as Reira speaks. Why him, why him? He doesn't get it, why of all the people here, she would choose...
He shakes his head and attempts to push himself into some sort of sitting position, but he hardly has the energy for that. Instead he can only shake his head. "...I was arrested for colluding with heretics," he rasps, and it's technically true if only because of his connection to the carnival and not because he spoke to the horse on display. "I..."
He thinks carefully - as carefully as one can in his position - on his next move, and he swallows thickly.
"...I lied to you," he whimpers, particularly to Reira, "and I've done more than you're even aware of... Lilith holds my sins, after all; she would know..." And as such she might know that he's exaggerating some.
He attempts to gaze upon Lilith's radiant form, but it's somewhat difficult to look at her. "...those of us here, they... They meant you and your people no harm, harboured no ill will... If you intend to punish those most burdened with sin, then spare those who wished to come here... They wanted to avoid harm and strife with those under you..."
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Hazily, though, he lifts his head and stares in confusion and then shock as Reira speaks. Why him, why him? He doesn't get it, why of all the people here, she would choose...
He shakes his head and attempts to push himself into some sort of sitting position, but he hardly has the energy for that. Instead he can only shake his head. "...I was arrested for colluding with heretics," he rasps, and it's technically true if only because of his connection to the carnival and not because he spoke to the horse on display. "I..."
He thinks carefully - as carefully as one can in his position - on his next move, and he swallows thickly.
"...I lied to you," he whimpers, particularly to Reira, "and I've done more than you're even aware of... Lilith holds my sins, after all; she would know..." And as such she might know that he's exaggerating some.
He attempts to gaze upon Lilith's radiant form, but it's somewhat difficult to look at her. "...those of us here, they... They meant you and your people no harm, harboured no ill will... If you intend to punish those most burdened with sin, then spare those who wished to come here... They wanted to avoid harm and strife with those under you..."