Renewed Discourse

[Toaster]

This caught Olivia off-guard. She had known that Damien held her in regards of some not insignificant degree - otherwise they wouldn't be where they were - but this was beyond what she had expected. She knew better than to question the man's sincerity; not even he would tell such a lie.

Olivia chuckled softly.

"I doubt you would've gotten along any better with a younger me," she replied. Then, her tone became more serious again. "I'm sorry, Damien, but if I'm your reason to quit, you'll be disappointed." All the while, she kept her eyes focused on her drink, watching the shard of asteroid rock shrink ever more into the liquid.

Why me? She asked herself. It didn't make any sense to her. For a decade, human attachment was what the mercenary had tried to avoid the most, maintaining a level of unapproachability and aloofness that made it hard for anyone to come too close to her. Of course, there had been failures, times when she had made friends regardless of her best efforts. But they were few and far between. So how, then, had Morreti, of all people, bonded with her? After everything she had said and done?

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Olivia Sable