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A fucking huge tree, not only that but sunlight and warmth that she never could have imagined in the undercity, her eyes must be blown wide cause he looks at her and just smirks, bastard.
You’re a Jinx!
Bright and full of life, a place filled with brats, degenerates and old farts together in struggle. There are people here willingly helping out those in need, maybe It could have been a good place for a nosy brat with nowhere else to go, a good place for ****!
She’s dead!
Concern fills his eyes when he sees her covering her mouth and stomach, he looks like someone kicked his puppy, it would be funny if she didn't feel like puking out her lunch. Breathe in, breathe out, get yourself together Just till he finishes his talk then… then what?
It’s all your fault!
Dramatic as always, he goes all “let’s sit you down for a minute” and hurries her up some stairs to what might be a workshop? a junkyard? hell if she knows, when she calms herself on a chair he goes all “wait here a minute i’ll get something for you” in that concerned tone of his, that begs to be made fun of, but she's in no mood for talking or being funny right now.
Everyone would be happier if you just…!
Alone with her own thoughts, is there any worse form of torture? She’s just being dramatic, there’s too much going on in her head and no shoulder to cry on, no one to tell her she’s perfect even when nothing she does ever seems to do anyone any good. She’s lying again, ** would be happy to (that traitor! scum! … she deserves better than a jinx for a sister) and Ekko, shit! Why would he even care after all that's happened between her and the firelights, she’s losing control again, it’s too much, too heavy, can someone please…
She hears voices talking outside. No, not those voices, real ones.
“We are just worried about you”;
“If she tries anything I swear on my…”;
“Everyone, please, you’ll have to just trust me on this one, i know how a lot of you feel about this, but i promise to not let any of you get hurt because of this”
“What about you, leader? We’ll follow you anywhere, but i know i speak for everyone when i say that none of us would be fine with you taking a bullet for us”
A big sigh, then … “Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for worrying about me, but this is something that i got to do, no matter what, understood?”
*unenthusiastic voices* “Yes, sir.”
*footsteps sounds fade into the distance.
That's right, playing the monster is what she's good at, ****** dead, **** dead, ******* dead, ***** dead, firelights, enforcers, councilmen and street thugs. It’s the only role fitting for a failure like her, and when she tried stepping away for good… death, again and again.
But It wasn’t your fault that time, you tried to do good.
Yeah? Who gives a shit. The world doesn’t care.
She slumps her shoulders to the back of the chair, tilting her head slightly off to the right, three fingers in the shape of a gun pointed right at the now opening door and “bang” “Oh look everyone, the boy savior is dead, killed by the same monster he thought he could save” she says with venom in every word, maybe she just wants to hurt him to feel a connection, if family, friendship and relationships don’t work then what about a rival or, even better, an enemy.
But that’s not what you want!
He closes the door behind him, and Just smirks at her like he did on that bridge. It's like he’s seen right through her, seen all her cards and called her bluff with just a gesture, damn him! damn him! damn him!
Why deny yourself the possibilities.
“What possibilities?” She says angrily.
“What?” He sounds genuinely confused.
“Nothing, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
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