The Cochrane Date

[James Greed]

"Blue Lagoon? What should I expect? A nice cocktail pf narcotics, to knock me out?"

She chuckles softly at her own joke. Then, she tastes the drink, lifting the glass to her lips. "Surely, it tastes rather soft..."


"My story? Which part of it would you like to hear exactly? The part where I was completely delusional, thinking that the Navy had something to do with my parent's death? Well, spoilers, they had nothing to do with it. I did it with my own two hands."

The way she describes the story is very plain. With no emptions, what so ever. Except for the last part, which contained a slight sense of relief. All in all, she seemed to be emotionless about her own history. Even though her past self had a lot of trouble with what she did.

"I was locked up after the murder. In a lunatic asylum. That was my luck, so to say. I escaped, joined the rogues first, just to be able to shoot, or murder people. That's the short version, so to say."