Family, friends, and love.
Enemies, oppressors, and the betrayed.
When had it all come to what is has? When had her pursuit of love over safety taken a turn that had led to murder, lying, kidnapping—why had this had to have happened?
Each wrong she tried to right only led to worse matters at hand, and the point of anything was becoming a thin matter. She wanted to sit down and breath, relax, not worry when the next dagger would find itself at her throat...And the most close to such she had gotten was serving three weeks in jail, for having been caught attempting to rob a young girl.
She corrected the wrong, befriending her—Sarriya, adopted daughter of Gerwolf, for a short time had become someone Zurich wished to call her friend. She admired how kind she was, despite Zurich having tried to rob her at knife point; and even after she admitted her ties to Harlyn, who she was working with and their motives...Sarriya agreed to trust her.
She should have known that Harlyn would ruin it. Harly, Harly, Harly! Lost her her eye, forced two murders on her hands, and now—now, she could add kidnapper to the list of crimes and pain caused by the girl. And she did it all...Under the belief that her love for Harly's sister, Amerry, it'd all be fine; that if she didn't do it, Harly would kill her herself. Harly was well aware that Zurich's loyalty was strained to a snapping point, too lost in her own desire for revenge, her motive to destroy the nobles, to pay any important heed to it.
Threats and love put her where she was. Indignation. Zurich was not anything of the meaning of the word, not to the same that Harly was. Her desire of indignation was bubbling against the crook above her, shoving her around, ruining her life.
Zurich...Zurich didn't believe she was the true kidnapper of Catilyn and Sarriya. It may have been her words, her hands, her lies that brought them to where they hid in wait...But she was not the kidnapper. She was as much as a captive of the two, only without the same bonds keeping them teathered helpless. Zurich was a coward, IS a coward.
If it weren't for the looming El, whom she would have never dared to cross...She might have already taken action to beat Harly down. But now, it was beginning to not matter—now, she had developed this illusion of turning on Harly at least once, get personal revenge, overthrow her plans.
...But would it be worth it...She would be left friendless, without a single ally. She had betrayed her friends, made enemies of them, all in the name of love and the damning oppression of herself being a coward. Perhaps it wouldn't matter in the long run, no...If she stayed with Harly, all friends would be lost when gained, all allies would turn out to be twisted criminals or those she'd eventually be forced to betray and use.
She would not find forgiveness, no matter what she did—only in herself, which still would be wrought with regret. All paths only led to the same outcome...
Morality, greed, loathing.
