But at what cost ? Why did she deserve such atreatment from her own mother ? )
( Still , she still cried like a scared child , her arms wrapping around the woman embracing her.)
I still miss my momma.. I thought she cared about me..
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( She was always abandoned, always alone. Always treated as if they were a monster.
The alias 'liar butcher ' came from their mother. And she hates it . They hate that they were left by her own blood .
Sure , discard and make is a virtue , +
looked like her child...
She reached again, and drew the young person into her arms.
"It's alright," she said, hugging them, "Go ahead and cry, I may not be your mother... but I'm here."
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There's a possibility... But I doubt she remembers me. Because I've changed so much...
Funny thing is , she hates butchers..
( Marlowe began to cry again. )
Though.. I -i still .. miss my mother..
She was alive and yet Marlowe didn't remember her name? Well, that was... interesting, and why did Medusa suddenly feel... angry? No... protective?
Part of her even felt like wanting to see this woman and kill her personally... Hm...
"Will she come after you?"
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T-thing is... Shes still alive... And thriving..
( Fidgeting with the rhinestones on the hiltnof her claymore. Eyes turned away .)
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H.. her name was.. I don't remember..
( A faint blush formed into her pale cheeks. They werent expecting to completely forget her mother even after years of.. witnessing the horrors.)
It started with a r though.. I know that..
This... was feeljng rather eerie, honestly.
Medusa was silent for a moment, feeling the other lean into her hand. She gently began to pet Marlowe's hair as she thought everything over.
"And who is your mother?" she asked.
( Marlowe squeaked when she felt the pressure atop of her head. Their lavender blush eyes widening. But they didn't pull away
If anything , she leaned in a bit closer.)
โ i- .. I don't want to be evil.. I don't wanna be what my mother raised me to be.. โ
"Not evil? Well, I wouldn't mind if you were," she said, approaching, "After all, our world doesn't exactly play fair."
She reached out, placing her hand on Marlowe's head. Their hair was soft, just like Crona's...
"You don't need to be so afraid, I have no reason to harm you."
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M- my name ? .. it's .. m- marlowe.. i- I don't mean any harm.. i-i mean I know I look like a cannibalistic freak but.. i-im not.. evil..
( Marlowe seemed to repeatedly look up at Medusa , looked down , then looked up. Wary of the woman in front of her.)
This person wasn't Crona, but they certainly looked and acted somewhat like them. Medusa eased a little, seeing those tears.
She sighed and her arrows returned to her side and disappeared.
"What's you name, at least?" she asked.
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L-look .. Medusa, i- I don't know who your child is.. - I'm just a butcher !
( Clutching their claymore tight to her chest . Their eyes starting to water. )
"Medusa Gorgon," she replied, "And you are the one wearing my child's face, so who are you?"
There were black arrows, slithering on the ground, pointing at the stranger. Medusa wanted an answer.