Her aura flickers out and the backlash drives her back down on her knees. She's speechless. How could her prayer go unanswered? What did she do wrong?
She was pure of purpose and in alignment with her Plan. She's served faithfully since time immemorial. She's never once asked for help or comfort, executing flawlessly without reward of any kind. She must have been in His good graces. She has to have. What would those graces even mean if her virtue was measured and found lacking in her time of need?
This Kestrel ripped her from the Heavens themselves, casting her down into some dingy basement surrounded by candles and the incomprehensible scribblings of a madman. He cut her and blinded her, trapped her and defiled her essence. All she asked, all she prayed for was deliverance at the point of a sword. What grace could deny her this? She's not asking for a rain of fire to scour the earth, for him to be struck into a pillar of salt that all might see his mistake and the woe begotten for his malice, his crimes against divinity and the natural order.
Her feathers fall to the ground in blackened piles. Defiance is not without cost, and her cage still holds.
She's still here. She has to answer him.
"I still have faith in Him. Just because you've separated me from Him, put me into some profane vessel that hides me from His sight-" She can feel the blasphemy about to escape her lips even as she says it, but it's too late. She clasps her hands over her mouth, tears welling from her eyes and mingling with the soot and blood on the ground.
What did she just say what did she just do what is wrong with her
What did Kestrel break when he cut her off from G-d Himself?