"Freed of it?" she started, blinking away the tears and taking control of her emotions. "I don't...want...to be freed of it. I enjoyed it. Everything was so...so simple." she sniffed slightly. "Just me and my sisters...this is what happens when we're not together, I guess."
She rubbed her eyes, and muttered something about weakness and a kill order, then tried to sit up- Only to remember a moment later why she was still in the bed. Gulping again, she layed back on the soft bunk, seeming restless and uncomfortable in a cramped room with the two girls.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline sighs once again, unable to process the situation fast enough to produce any words of value.
Things are just as simple out here, if you wish them to be so. It also means you don't have to hurt or kill anyone unless you want to. You don't strike me as a heartless killer. For better or worse you're someone whose existence is worth saving.
You came here with orders to kill. I was able to make my own decision on whether I claimed a life and I chose not to.
She pauses again, thought evident on her face as she stared at nothing apparent.
You're really cute when you're asleep, you know that?
Sev blinked at the slight comment, feeling a little flush. "I...I am?" she shrugs slightly. "Well...'out here' isn't much of an option for me, anyway.
She paused for a moment, sighing softly. "I can't even fly a ship, let alone fly well...I don't even know how most ships work beyond how to sabotage them..."
She gulps slightly, feeling embarrased once again in the presence of the girl unsuccessfully trying to console her.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Well, you're pretty damned cute all the time anyway.
Eva's trademark devious, cocky smirk returns to her face.
The value of your existence out here isn't always about what you can and can't do. It doesn't matter if you can't fly a ship or if you, like me, can't cook food to save your own life.
Misaka will bore you to death with how useless I am. But she still loves me. And I love her.
I want you to understand that, despite how we met, we all care about you - even Fumika.
Sev couldn't even meet Eva's gaze at that point- Partially due to what she said, and partially due to the cocky smirk that made her feel strangely cold.
"Care about...me? Why the hell would you..." she blinked a few times. With her hearing, she could tell there was no insincerity in her voice...not even the slightest. But that one fact was something she couldn't stomach.
"Friends...? I..." she shook her head. "No. I'm just some random soldier who was sent to kill your friend. How could you ever consider it after..." she trailed off, not really wanting to mention the event which had filled her with guilt.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Some of the best friends I've ever made were made by or after shooting at them.
Including the man who saved my life just recently.
I tried to kill him and his girlfriend for no reason beyond that they were annoying me. I made sure he knew the sordid details of the sins I've cast in my time.
Yet he still saw fit to save my life when the situation befell us. He could have let me die or even cut my throat himself - but he didn't.
For that, he has my unending gratitude.
That man - Vincent Pryor - is the reason I saved your life.
Now that I find myself in a similar situation I can understand his motives a bit better.
The fact you once intended to harm me and my friends is something we can forgive.
Struggling to find the words, Sev only found confusion. Who was this girl, why was she so keen on helping her? Why was she worth it? None of the answers seemed to come to her, and for some reason she only felt a small pang of resentment towards this...'Pryor' person.
Looking up at Eva, her eyes seemed to ask why. She almost felt as if she was about to cry again, and her sleep-addled yet tired state didn't help. Letting out a small sigh, she let the confusion and overwhelming thoughts just sink out, seeming to melt down into the bed and visibly relax, visibly tire.
"So...why am I worth it? I don't even have a name..." she mumbled feebly, her face seeming a lot more serene than before.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Sev let out a very slight laugh. "I guess you're right...Rebecca?" she looked up at the roof, thinking about it. "Its nice...but it doesn't quite sit right...I don't know." she sighs. "I like my nickname, but its a link to the past, not even a good one either..."
Shrugging, she looked at Eva, smiling back at her as if her previous emotions had been completely washed away. Sitting up a little in the bed, her body still covered by the blanket, she seemed a lot less frail under the blankets.
"Uh...by the way...what happened to the suit I was wearing? I...noticed...it wasn't here when I woke up..." coughing slightly, she looked at her hands. "I can't remember the last time I saw my own fur, I've worn that suit ever since I woke up for the first time..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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