Leia seemed to not know anything happening around her. Confusion colored her features as she wondered what she was thinking.
Had she really liked food that much? That didn't sound right.
Where had those thoughts come from?
She loved her grandmother's cooking, but ever since Fanelei was forced into seclusion, that part of herself had seemingly gone into seclusion as well.
What she wanted most wasn't food. She was an Analei.
What she strove for the most was something beyond that, something that only extra lives could possibly give her.
Perfection.
She had wanted that for so long, but she had wanted it her own way.
She loved her grandmother, but what she realized after Fanelei left her alone was that she had grown too reliant on her.
The curse of the Analei was that they often looked so much younger than they actually were. By the time Fanelei was forced into seclusion, Leia had already lived quite some years, a time frame that humans on Earth could have never fathomed.
And yet she felt like she had never truly been herself. Her path was chosen for her, the Guild gave her anything she wanted at any moment, and everything just felt like it was aligning... These sorts of things would have put someone who had never had any of it at ease, but to Leia who had never been without, it felt almost suffocating, as though she was living all of these lives just to never truly know who Leia Analei was.
That was what she wanted. She wanted perfection, but a perfection that was her own. Maybe that was the real reason she had gravitated toward the Lion Lineage in the first place, she was trying to manifest that pride she had within herself and project it to the outside world.
But the path of the Lion Lineage was warped and broken. It relied too much on external factors, and the irony in that was that as a result, she began to try to fill in the gaps of what she was missing with others... Creating emotions she inevitably mistook for love.
Failure. Nothing but failure.
It was the first time she had truly admitted that to herself, truly come to understand things as they were instead of filtering it through a rage she couldn't quite control.
She saw herself with clarity, that part of herself that yearned for perfection, but wanted to do it by her own terms, to do it with her own hands... But did this even count?
Yes. It could count. So long as she did something with it, so long as she took this hunger trying to twist her past memories and gaslight her into feeling as though she had always had a love for food... And made that hunger her own.
A hunger to consume power, to surpass those around her, to forge herself into the strongest Analei there had ever been.
Large amounts of Aether rushed toward Leia in a torrent, Madness Comprehension rippling out from her in waves. Sylas took a step back as the Madness Key swirled into being around Leia's neck. He had done enough for now, the rest would be up to her.
"... How...?" Fanelei asked softly. "... How is that even possible...?"
"Runes are the Will of the universe."
Sylas didn't say anything more, but Fanelei felt as though something in her mind had cracked.
"Runes are the Will of the universe..." her fingers trembled at her side.


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