Tyzias knows that, on a logical level, she shouldn't be angry at Corrin. She was mind-controlled by Ramaa and was doing her level best to break out of the Empress's control. But emotions rarely worked on a logical level, and even knowing that Corrin had that in her in the first place...
...well. Tyzias couldn't help but to feel a little bit resentful. And angry. Primarily angry. The troll gives a curt nod to Corrin as she arrives, not saying a word before she turns on her heel and stalks into the arena.
What they see next probably isn't what Corrin expected. As soon as they step inside, the scene shimmers, changing to what can easily be inferred to be an Alternian neighborhood. Or what's left of one, at any rate. They've arrived next to a hive with a massive hole where one of the walls should be, the interior full of shattered mugs, bookshelves hauled up from some sort of basement, pictures of Tyzias and Stelsa. There's no corpse to be seen, but an atomic shadow of Tyzias's silhouette tells that story fairly well.
The entire rest of the neighborhood is being destroyed in a similar way. Tealbloods are frantically running from the flying drones. The robots kill a child with six ponytails without hesitation. A well-dressed tealblood futilely presents some paperwork to the drones before being obliterated. An oddly intact corpse with a tealblood with glasses is slumped on the sidewalk, cold hands gripping a wakizashi he's shoved through his abdomen.
Tyzias lets Corrin observe for a moment, saying nothing.
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...well. Tyzias couldn't help but to feel a little bit resentful. And angry. Primarily angry. The troll gives a curt nod to Corrin as she arrives, not saying a word before she turns on her heel and stalks into the arena.
What they see next probably isn't what Corrin expected. As soon as they step inside, the scene shimmers, changing to what can easily be inferred to be an Alternian neighborhood. Or what's left of one, at any rate. They've arrived next to a hive with a massive hole where one of the walls should be, the interior full of shattered mugs, bookshelves hauled up from some sort of basement, pictures of Tyzias and Stelsa. There's no corpse to be seen, but an atomic shadow of Tyzias's silhouette tells that story fairly well.
The entire rest of the neighborhood is being destroyed in a similar way. Tealbloods are frantically running from the flying drones. The robots kill a child with six ponytails without hesitation. A well-dressed tealblood futilely presents some paperwork to the drones before being obliterated. An oddly intact corpse with a tealblood with glasses is slumped on the sidewalk, cold hands gripping a wakizashi he's shoved through his abdomen.
Tyzias lets Corrin observe for a moment, saying nothing.