With shaking hands she slowly sets her satchel down onto the adjacent table. Within a few moments she feels as if her knees are ready to buckle. Iminye takes deep breaths, in an attempt to fight back at the emotions which she had not felt so intensely in years. Fear, anger, and love, and all because of some little girl. Staggering forth and letting herself fall into her cushioned seat. A pallid restlessness creeps into her expression at the thought of what could have happened to Pandora. What he had said to her,-- Damn, Pandora doesn't need to know about slavery at such a young age. Weakness forces her to let her head droop down into her palms. With a slow, trembling exhale Iminye slips further down into her seat.
Allowing her body to push back into the cushion as she presses her knuckles against her lips. Pain is throbbing and sending jolts in her torso, a relevant ache from the stab wound she had received earlier. "All for the girl," she mutters to herself, and knotting her fist up. The rims of her eyes glisten before a tear rolls down her cheek and falls. Then, her entire body tenses in horror at the fact she just shed a tear, it's been years since she cried. Iminye glowers at the ground, "Never again, I won't allow any man to threaten her in such a way," and since anger is an easier emotion to feel instead of fear and sadness, she abruptly stands. Walking over to the wall she begins to slam her fists into it repeatedly, pretending like it's the face of the man who had caused Pandora grief and had plunged a knife into her own gut. Glaring down at her now bleeding and roughed up knuckles she growls under her breath, "Anger, and for what? If I am going to abuse my wall there has to be reason to it,". Hanging her head and letting her cheek rest in the hollow of her palm. Bless, it takes every ounce of mental strength she has left to make herself calm down. Shutting her eyes against the realization of how stupid what she just did was. "Probably added on days to the healing of this damned wound," she mumbles in a dark voice.
Soon, the wet dark colour begins to seep through her shirt, blood. Staining the fabric and making Iminye grunt in frustration at herself. Then in her state of restlessness she walks over to the counter and leans against it, observing the thoughts going through her head. ;
"I have survived torture, fires, and monsters-- yet a child's suffering is enough to bring me to my knees at the mercy of my bottled up emotions," scoffing and then continuing with, "Must mean she is important to me," and then letting herself sink down against the wall.
