Admitting sins (INV)

Her curiosity was nothing less than usual on normal days, but this day in particular had her rather nervous. It’s certainly true lately she’d been acting differently than usual. Her demeanor was less uptight and confident, her reactions more paranoid and skittish even. For the first time in a long time she was afraid. Why? She couldn’t really explain it. It wasn’t that she COULDN’T do it, but how to approach the whole thing felt staggering and daunting towards the maid. Before, she let nothing get beyond her, but this time she was shaken beyond anything since she was first “reborn” as she could vaguely remember. It was that very reason that their trip along to Sin was quiet.

Normally, she had been at least a little cooperative on conversation, especially since the need to bring both Shadow and this newer maid only known as Hel along for their mission. Instead, Sanguine remained abstinent to the idea of doing anything aside from carrying along in the trip and whatever combat was needed of her. What seemed to amaze her was how rather quiet Delilah had been. Almost as if she sympathized with her in what happened, but she had to admit that should she not have acted in the night the angel confronted her, that she wouldn’t be here right now. Most likely in a jail cell awaiting to be broken free of escape of her own volition. Still, her mind was too boggled to really do much in the moment. Not until she could confide in Grim for what she had done and seek her advice.

Once there, the maid listened to the reaper giving her orders to both Hel and Shadow to remain behind while she and Sanguine pressed on. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, however she wasn’t going to really be without worry for the two of them. It was just too unlike her not to care for others in some cases. Right to the point that she had given her silence, it wasn’t until Grim had already begun slaying things left and right that the first thing from Sanguine’s mouth was that she took in a bit of air and with one forceful exhale, a bursting stream of acid poured from her mouth and sending several waves of enemies back. Sanguine then gave a light coughing, lightly spitting a little leftover acid onto the ground where it began to quickly sizzle, eating away at the ground. In the same moment, screaming cries of pain left the mob of acid drenched enemies as her breath attack had left them soaked, watching without much care as the acid are away at them quickly until they died, even turning into just puddles of diluted acid. ”Master Grim... you’ve seemed.. different since the last time we were alone together. Is everything ok?” She was still numb to her actions, but it didn’t stop her from looking away from what she’d just finished doing, giving her the look of someone who’d easily been in the throws of emotional turmoil. It was just something she never knew how to hide... successfully at least.