[ she can see a hint of a grin through the glow. ]
I know, I know. The whole neighborhood would've been leveled day one. But I can at least be glad it didn't come to that, can't I?
[ but there's a tilt of their head, faintly amused. ]
I can't tell if it's better or worse that people have called me a psycho, too. [ i'm trying not to be. i get it, but i don't want to be that guy. ] Do you agree with them?
[it's whatever. always figured i'd be the craziest bitch here!
muddled thoughts flick through and manifest. abandoning squads of mercenaries to their fates, leaving them purposely as bait. torturing information out of another. leaping down into flames with no hesitation. absolutely covering a room in explosives latched onto the walls, watching them all blow. detonating one point-blank to try to blow away a draconic-looking woman, blasting herself back through multiple walls in the process. turning her gun on the myriad souls themselves.
yeah. yeah, she counts as crazy by a few standards, she's pretty sure.]
[ there's a roll of their eyes, though they don't immediately say anything. ]
You're not a crazy bitch. Trust me, I know crazy bitches. One of my ex girlfriends tried pulling a switchblade on me when we were hooking up once, and I'm not at all down for knifeplay. [ the tone is casual and teasing, and it's hard to tell if they're serious (especially when they know what she's like to begin with.) but it does shift to something a little more serious anyway. ]
... I think, to me, it sounds more like you're someone who's done things you had to do to survive and keep moving. Were they all normal things? No. Were they all moral things? Also no. But there are certain events that led you to where you were, and that's something to remember.
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I know, I know. The whole neighborhood would've been leveled day one. But I can at least be glad it didn't come to that, can't I?
[ but there's a tilt of their head, faintly amused. ]
I can't tell if it's better or worse that people have called me a psycho, too. [ i'm trying not to be. i get it, but i don't want to be that guy. ] Do you agree with them?
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[it's whatever. always figured i'd be the craziest bitch here!
muddled thoughts flick through and manifest. abandoning squads of mercenaries to their fates, leaving them purposely as bait. torturing information out of another. leaping down into flames with no hesitation. absolutely covering a room in explosives latched onto the walls, watching them all blow. detonating one point-blank to try to blow away a draconic-looking woman, blasting herself back through multiple walls in the process. turning her gun on the myriad souls themselves.
yeah. yeah, she counts as crazy by a few standards, she's pretty sure.]
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You're not a crazy bitch. Trust me, I know crazy bitches. One of my ex girlfriends tried pulling a switchblade on me when we were hooking up once, and I'm not at all down for knifeplay. [ the tone is casual and teasing, and it's hard to tell if they're serious (especially when they know what she's like to begin with.) but it does shift to something a little more serious anyway. ]
... I think, to me, it sounds more like you're someone who's done things you had to do to survive and keep moving. Were they all normal things? No. Were they all moral things? Also no. But there are certain events that led you to where you were, and that's something to remember.
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[is this a joke. GREAT question.]
I'm not saying any of those were things I regret. I'll pretty much always do whatever I feel like I need to do in the moment.
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It's still the part where you feel like you need to. Rather than want to? I guess. That's more my point.
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