Moonspear monster mash,

im rly tired and this is a mess, idk why i wrote so much, and its all probably so weird??? sorry omg

She admits her wrongdoing, but in so many words that Revui is lost among them for a while, dizzied more-so by her explanation than any of his wounds. While his sister speaks of weak men and women's heat and whatever witchcraft had affected him, he feels his shoulders tense and jaw set firmly; he has nothing to say in response but his body gives away his frustration. That she would talk down to him like this, speak as if he were so limited, so stupid, so undisciplined that he was nothing but a thing to be manipulated — well, she was right to some degree, but Revui did not like it. He wasn't as mindful of things as Jarilo, certainly; he wasn't as tactical as Arcturus, nor was he politically motivated, but he was more than his hormones. This concept of a woman coming between the brothers was not new in the universe, but it did offend him on a subliminal level to be considered so basic.

Hydra speaks of needing her brothers and Revui's ears shift towards her voice again, only to slant back against his skull.

Ying needed to display her choice, too; I do not think either of you granted her that — And as this point was made, regardless of the right or wrong of it, Revui tuned out. He brooded, staring at the slanting shadows between the trees and wondering if any were solid enough to have teeth; if maybe the other sisters would arrive to take their turns in demeaning him for his actions. Time and again Revui was tasked by his Queen-sister, and each time he came up short. What did she want from him? To be the teeth in the dark, to throw himself before the enemies of Moonspear before they should step upon its slopes — to be a father to another generation, perhaps, and in doing so unite them to the coast? Was he nothing but a tool for his sister's will? Was exactly was the point of him, then, if he repeatedly failed every task he was ordered?

These thoughts rose up against the sound of Hydra's voice and overwhelmed him more than anything she could say, for sheer volume alone. Revui was not a mindful creature and was not known for his brains - yet in this moment as he drowned before the admonishment of his idol and Queen, these thoughts gathered inside of him and did the same from within. Too many things going on at once. The pain of the battle's wounds, the condescension (real or imagined) by one he loved so dearly, and his own faults manifesting as questions and doubts, everything all at once.

Revui was silent. For the first time (probably ever) he was silent not for his lack of understanding, but for the overwhelming sense within himself that Hydra was wrong about him; his bestial nature aside, he was more than teeth, more than thick-skulled brawn and more than the manifestation of her will. More than just a man driven mad by the season, and it hurt to reach the conclusion that the Queen of the Wilderness thought of him in such a limited fashion. He did not want to be a pawn to her desires any longer — and yet, in silence, he would sit there and absorb her commentary like a stupefied lump of clay.