Voice, un: eve

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WHO: Eve
WHERE: Network, the cottage
WHEN: A few days before Christmas
WHAT: Isekai ponders the mysteries of Terry's Chocolate Orange
WARNINGS: Eventual violence against chocolate

[A photograph of one foil covered Terry's chocolate orange accompanies this post.]

I got a chocolate covered orange? The strange shopkeeper said it was a Christmas tradition.

The packaging says to "whack and unwrap" but...

Won't that damage the orange?

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[aslowburn]

[Confusion crosses Persephone's expression, just for a moment. Before she connects the dots and realisation comes into play instead. It doesn't do much to quell her anger.]

So he created you and kept you under lock and key, like he owned you?

[No. Absolutely not. Hades springs to mind, as he always does. Reminding her time and time again that she was his property his prize. And Eve is so young, so very young. She absolutely should not have faced that. ]

You are a person. No one has any claim on you- you... do understand that, yes? Is that something you have come to understand since?

...I sincerely hope he dealt with more than that.

cw: hints past abuse, dehumanization, absolute bastard torneo

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[There was admittedly nothing Eve could say about her past to make Persephone less angry. Though that does not make her less nervous. Especially when the Greek goddess hits the nail right on the head, calling to mind so many of Torneo's words. She freezes like a deer in headlights, chocolate forgotten.]

He didn't... create... [Deep breath, her voice quieter] Torneo spend a great deal of money on me. He made that very clear...

[So yes, Torneo did think he owned her. The product of his research funding... a living weapon. The idea that Eve might be human, let alone a human child seemed to not cross his mind. Truly the worst scum.]

Yes, Sven said something like that when he rescued me from that place. "People decide how to live their own lives."

I am free now. I am allowed to be free.

[And recalling Sven does seem to calm her down slightly, even with the heavy topic.]

...His life's research was burned to the ground in front of him. [Which really was the worst fate as far as that guy was concerned.] And... he is dead.

[She only knows thanks to existence of the Library records. Which she did not touch but now she knows.]

[aslowburn]

[Persephone was enraged. Wishing to destroy a being who wasn't even here. ]

...And yet he still pushed their work along, no? But your Sven is right. This is your choice, your decision. No one should have the right to claim ownership of another. Not for a moment. You are allowed to be free, and you shall remain so for the rest of your days if I have anything to say about it.

[He's dead. Good. Persephone calms, folding her arms.]

Then he'd best hope I never come across him in my realm. He is under my jurisdiction now.