it hurts. so i absorb, then i learn. and because i've come to understand what pain does to a person, it's hard for me to hold what they did against them. sometimes, even when they hurt me.
Chimes I assumed .. unless you need them for something. . . Occasionally I just throw them out .
( she leans back against the wall behind her, enjoying her cup of tea. )
I suppose , though Iβd say itβs best to cook the meat than eat it raw off the bone .
Heh , I appreciate the words dear . Oh I donβt need a man at all , Iβve been doing these things since Iβve learned to hunt back in Oklahoma.
Fortunately for me itβs the meals that they fed us . Occasionally the limbs of my dead reagents in my trials.. keeps a girl on her toes.
( she takes a small sip from the cup eventually answering. )
Men like him were suppose to protect us, back home that is +
Every morning I brew a pot. It keeps my head on as straight as I can manage. The little things ..
( a wistful sigh. )
You have no reason to be afraid of him. Underneath it all, he is a man, and men can die.
Hopefully , if not Iβll have to talk to the doctor about quieting him down.
( the noise from the trials helped deafen the sounds but hardly when it went silent and the mask she wore hardly helped. )
I tell yaβ some of these men in blue are a piece of work.
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pffftββ(he covers his mouth & stifles the laugh.)
heβll become background noise soon enough.
(he canβt say much. his costumeβs mask is so thick that it dampens sound.)
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Well gosh darn, I need a strong tea.
( delicate hands reach for the chipped cup β the smell of the steaming earl grey already calming her down. )
Been needing one ever since they built my trial close to the prison farm.
Of course. I brew it strong.
( offering forth a chipped cup full of steaming earl grey - whether it belongs to him or not, it looks well taken care of despite the flaws. )
It reverberates in my ears.
Well Iβm sure thereβs some place that is decently better than here, though this place sure could use a bit of a few scrubbinβs β whew! This place reminds me of them olβ swamps out in the woods.
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β β ain't no such thing as pure in this piece a' shit world. believe you and me. if they're clean then you just gotta dig a little deeper, up to the knuckles .. up t'the wrist .. to the elbow. even further if you gotta. but you'll find that blemish eventually.
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IV . She does have cannibalistic instincts , when she executes a reagent sheβll stab them in the throat before cutting them open and consume parts of their flesh and organs .
III . She hunts her reagents , views them as nothing but prey . Back home she hunted humans for sport, any trespasser in the woods she would track. In trials sheβll crouch to remain hidden before sneaking an attack or sheβll walk around the trials humming while holding an axe.
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Somewhat Similar to coyle , she often refers to reagents and prime assets as βdears, darlings, sugar, honeyβ etc much like her southern charm. But she doesnβt mean it in a flirting way,