What Leona was attempting to tell her no longer clouded her judgement. Her mind was as clear as a cloudless night, the Moon's light washing over her cleanly. The Solari warrior was talking, moving, but Diana kept her breaths steady. Her body was in a state of total serenity, even if she knew that her 'friend' had turned on the waterworks once again. It always amused her, how quick to tears Leona was. But there was no amusement now. She was simply being. Existing.
Diana chose her words slowly, but her resolve was strong. "No, you are. If the Sun loved the Moon so, then why did its people massacre the Lunari?" She knew now that her words would have made no sense to an outsider who did not believe in the manifestation of the Sun and Moon's powers. But she knew that the Sun could have stopped the Solari. By way of message, or something... anything. The Sun did not love the Moon - it wanted to find and hold onto control.
She continued to breath evenly, her eyes opening now to the darkened tree-line, and to the glowing flowers beneath her feet. On the opposite side, the sunflowers, with their faces pointed away from the sky. They could not drink the 'false light'. Diana could not help but smirk inwardly. Of course. The Sun was the only light they could trust and take nourishment from. That it what they were taught, and what they were grown to trust in. Typical.
"What you see as an act of love.. includes a fiery ball that burns all that stares at it for too long." Diana shrugged, not knowing if Leona could see her and finding that she did not care either way. "I suppose the Elders thought it was out of love to punish me for questioning our submission to the Sun, and I suppose that I was to be executed out of love too?" Leona was starting to aggravate her again, muttering about such concepts.
Diana trusted her family, the Solari. Her friend, Leona. She had been betrayed. Labelled as an outcast. So what can one do, when you cannot even put your faith in those closest to you? She believed there was love - but the only love to be hand, the only love that could be trusted was with the Moon. The one who had broken her bonds, opened her eyes to the truth and given her the ability to overcome those that would have executed her. That she could ever hope to love or trust anything but the celestial orb of argent... laughable.
"Your hand of friendship was not meant to be, this night." Diana said curtly, "As the Moon shall rise without fail, the Sun too shall cease its tyranny once and for all. So long as you continue to stand by it, then you stand in my way." Thus was her final word, her resolve and conscience unwavering as she turned to leave the clearing.