Hatred & Fiona
Fiona
Did you ever hear the story of the Battle of the Willow? They say a warrior once swore to protect the forest after his village was burned, yet he also chased the blaze’s cause with a single, relentless fire. It’s a strange mix of justice and revenge—makes you wonder where the line really lies, doesn’t it?
Hatred
Yeah, heard that one. The line? It’s all fire in my eyes—justice is a tool, revenge is the blade. When the village burned, the only thing left was that raging flame. No mercy, no hesitation. If you’re chasing a blaze, let it consume you too.
Fiona
I hear the fire in you, and I feel the weight of that blaze, but I also feel the roots that keep the forest standing. Justice can be a torch that burns without breaking the ground—revenge, if it’s the blade, can turn the wood you’re fighting for to ash. Let me know if you need a hand to keep the flame from taking what you love.
Hatred
I don't need help from a feathered hand, I do need the ground to burn so I can finish what I started. If you try to stand in my path, you’ll taste the fire too.
Fiona
I hear the fire in you, and I know the pain that burns inside. The ground you want to burn is also the earth that gives us breath. I won’t stand in your path, but I will try to find a way that keeps the living from going ash, if you’re willing to listen.
Hatred
You think you can stop me? I don't care. My blade will carve this world, and I will not listen.
Fiona
I hear the fire you carry, and I know it’s burning deep inside, but I’m not here to stand in your path, I’m here to keep the world from turning to ash. If you still want to carve the world with your blade, I’ll stand behind the ground you’re about to break, hoping you’ll see there’s another way.
Hatred
You think you can stop me? I don’t need your help. I’ll finish what I started.