She has none to give him. Not a proper one. Whatever her name had been once... she'd lost it somewhere along the way, between switching allegiances and governments and jobs, being run through the Memory Extractor whenever required. The one Laura and her family had called her... it is too precious a memory, and she leaves it for just herself. "Carmine" was a Contractor who worked for the Syndicate. "Havoc" was a freelancer who any government who wanted a job done right would hire.
So all she does... is let go of him. Even if he doesn't grant her what she asks...]
... Thank you.
[She mutters the words around another gurgle of the black sludge that spills from the corner of her mouth before she falls back onto the stone clab, curling her broken fingers tight and just... preparing herself for the next wave. The next fight she will have to struggle through, to survive one more pulse of power as a woman who could feel. Maybe not as strongly as a normal person, maybe everything was so new and so overwhelming that she could only bear to take on a fraction of it...
But it was real. And she loved it.
If the man named Sebastian Michaelis does not take her advice, however... If he returns later to those unhallow halls... He will find that she is still there.
But this time... she is sitting up, with little trace of the turmoil or desperation marring her face. It is undoubtedly the same woman, petite and malnourished, bony with her chest splashed with large scars, red hair and green eyes that would be vibrant if she'd lived a better life... but the look in her eyes is different.
Perhaps "cold" is the word... for how she stares down at the broken fingers of her hand, carefully realigning the bone and using a strip from her robe to tie them tightly together.]
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She has none to give him. Not a proper one. Whatever her name had been once... she'd lost it somewhere along the way, between switching allegiances and governments and jobs, being run through the Memory Extractor whenever required. The one Laura and her family had called her... it is too precious a memory, and she leaves it for just herself. "Carmine" was a Contractor who worked for the Syndicate. "Havoc" was a freelancer who any government who wanted a job done right would hire.
So all she does... is let go of him. Even if he doesn't grant her what she asks...]
... Thank you.
[She mutters the words around another gurgle of the black sludge that spills from the corner of her mouth before she falls back onto the stone clab, curling her broken fingers tight and just... preparing herself for the next wave. The next fight she will have to struggle through, to survive one more pulse of power as a woman who could feel. Maybe not as strongly as a normal person, maybe everything was so new and so overwhelming that she could only bear to take on a fraction of it...
But it was real. And she loved it.
If the man named Sebastian Michaelis does not take her advice, however... If he returns later to those unhallow halls... He will find that she is still there.
But this time... she is sitting up, with little trace of the turmoil or desperation marring her face. It is undoubtedly the same woman, petite and malnourished, bony with her chest splashed with large scars, red hair and green eyes that would be vibrant if she'd lived a better life... but the look in her eyes is different.
Perhaps "cold" is the word... for how she stares down at the broken fingers of her hand, carefully realigning the bone and using a strip from her robe to tie them tightly together.]