( She notices the way his eyes spark suddenly, that sarcasm in the young man's voice perhaps concealing something even deeper, angrier. If that were the case, she'd know the feeling β beneath her own wry sarcasm is something... more. Something shaped like anger of her own.
She doesn't like the idea of some... god-like entity pulling the strings. Of anyone pulling the strings. She's had more than enough of that, thanks. )
Sounds like bullshit. ( She takes a step back from the cube, so she can crane her neck up more to look at it, hands going to her hips. )
There's gotta be something in it for her, right? ( She looks back down to him. ) How long have you been here? Have you ever known her to hurt anyone?
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She doesn't like the idea of some... god-like entity pulling the strings. Of anyone pulling the strings. She's had more than enough of that, thanks. )
Sounds like bullshit. ( She takes a step back from the cube, so she can crane her neck up more to look at it, hands going to her hips. )
There's gotta be something in it for her, right? ( She looks back down to him. ) How long have you been here? Have you ever known her to hurt anyone?