08-31-2008, 03:31 PM
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His voice wasn’t right. Well… no, that wasn’t it. In her ears, the sound had been synthesized to sound exactly like Patriot’s cold tone. What wasn’t right was what he had said. How was she feeling? Patriot had never been one to be so outward to care about anyone’s wellbeing but his own — if he didn’t care for anyone else at all. This confused her slightly, but the image did not waver one bit. Maybe he was having a change of heart. Or maybe he was just messing with her again. She frowned sharply, suddenly furious that he could be so calm in seeing her once more. Did he not understand what a monster he was? What a monster he had changed her into? He probably didn’t. This life was the only one he knew, as if that was any excuse.
Nikita had to answer his question, though she was loath to respond to him at all. “Worse, now that I’ve seen you,” she hissed lowly. Outside of her mind, one might worry that Laurel would be wounded by the words… if they weren’t as mismatched as his own to Patriot’s personality. They were hazy and shattered, much like her sense of reality at the moment. Someone who had been around her as long as Laurel would be able to tell that something was definitely up. The fact that she swayed slightly, only to catch herself from falling by shifting her weight near the last moment, only made this even more obvious. She scowled, not noticing her little slip-up in the least. Her mind was somewhere else totally at the moment.
“Why are you here?” she said, her voice rising to resemble a snarl. He rarely came to this part of the city; that was why she was here in the first place. She wanted to get away from him, as impossible as it seemed. And yet her voice phased as it had before, emphasis placed on the wrong words and breaks placed between others. She waited for his response; it better be good.
His voice wasn’t right. Well… no, that wasn’t it. In her ears, the sound had been synthesized to sound exactly like Patriot’s cold tone. What wasn’t right was what he had said. How was she feeling? Patriot had never been one to be so outward to care about anyone’s wellbeing but his own — if he didn’t care for anyone else at all. This confused her slightly, but the image did not waver one bit. Maybe he was having a change of heart. Or maybe he was just messing with her again. She frowned sharply, suddenly furious that he could be so calm in seeing her once more. Did he not understand what a monster he was? What a monster he had changed her into? He probably didn’t. This life was the only one he knew, as if that was any excuse.
Nikita had to answer his question, though she was loath to respond to him at all. “Worse, now that I’ve seen you,” she hissed lowly. Outside of her mind, one might worry that Laurel would be wounded by the words… if they weren’t as mismatched as his own to Patriot’s personality. They were hazy and shattered, much like her sense of reality at the moment. Someone who had been around her as long as Laurel would be able to tell that something was definitely up. The fact that she swayed slightly, only to catch herself from falling by shifting her weight near the last moment, only made this even more obvious. She scowled, not noticing her little slip-up in the least. Her mind was somewhere else totally at the moment.
“Why are you here?” she said, her voice rising to resemble a snarl. He rarely came to this part of the city; that was why she was here in the first place. She wanted to get away from him, as impossible as it seemed. And yet her voice phased as it had before, emphasis placed on the wrong words and breaks placed between others. She waited for his response; it better be good.