[Revy stares at Firo for a long time, probably looking like she's about to tell him to fuck off and take his apology with him. In truth, she's pretty close to doing just that. The recent invasion of the enclosure and the subsequent brainwashing has left her dangerously off-kilter. The last time she'd been shaken to the core like that was when Rock first joined the Black Lagoon, but some squishy salaryman with laughably naive notions about the way the world worked was nothing compared to all of...this. Heh -- Rock's reaction to Luceti would be something to behold, to be sure. He'd probably be even more frantic than her. Just the wings alone...!
Revy pauses in her thoughts, then, struck by a feeling that's both familiar and strange: the emptiness inside her that she usually pretends she can fill up with booze or bullets. In truth, it's an amalgam of many emotions that she lumps together as "weakness." One particular emotion rises to the surface now, though, like some undersea creature rearing its head, eyes glinting in the darkness. She turns a blind eye to it, hoping -- as usual -- that if she ignores it, it'll leave her alone.
But loneliness has been by her side from the beginning and it's not about to abandon her now.
She sighs.]
You're a weird kid. [Says the lady who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to threaten a 12-year-old boy with death after he threw ice cream in her face.] So? Whatcha thinkin' of playin'?
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[Revy stares at Firo for a long time, probably looking like she's about to tell him to fuck off and take his apology with him. In truth, she's pretty close to doing just that. The recent invasion of the enclosure and the subsequent brainwashing has left her dangerously off-kilter. The last time she'd been shaken to the core like that was when Rock first joined the Black Lagoon, but some squishy salaryman with laughably naive notions about the way the world worked was nothing compared to all of...this. Heh -- Rock's reaction to Luceti would be something to behold, to be sure. He'd probably be even more frantic than her. Just the wings alone...!
Revy pauses in her thoughts, then, struck by a feeling that's both familiar and strange: the emptiness inside her that she usually pretends she can fill up with booze or bullets. In truth, it's an amalgam of many emotions that she lumps together as "weakness." One particular emotion rises to the surface now, though, like some undersea creature rearing its head, eyes glinting in the darkness. She turns a blind eye to it, hoping -- as usual -- that if she ignores it, it'll leave her alone.
But loneliness has been by her side from the beginning and it's not about to abandon her now.
She sighs.]
You're a weird kid. [Says the lady who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to threaten a 12-year-old boy with death after he threw ice cream in her face.] So? Whatcha thinkin' of playin'?