Useless.
Inferior.
Weak.
Mere Aberrant.
liability.
'I am all of those…'
Toy stood resolute as she clutched the hilt of her dagger.
She was weak…
It may not have been something entirely in her control, but that wasn't something she was going to deny.
Toy knew her shortcomings. She knew Ophelia had used her as Salome's weakness. She knew her opponents would only get stronger.
She knew.
And yet…
Toy raised her dagger.
With a coy smirk, she threw out her master's nickname for the violent fiend.
"Come, kitten."
Awilix growled and hissed, then extended her claws and dropped on all fours.
Toy took a deep breath in, then out…
What was in her control was how much she let those negative titles hold her back. How much weight she'd allow them to claim in her mind.
She may be useless and weak now, but would she remain so forever?
After all, it was up to her and her alone to erase those monikers.
Yet…
And yet…
'It's hard…'
