[Scien ripping his own throat out. Eunhyuk charging at her, still covered in blood. Lots of fond memories in here. Rosamund rubs at her arms as she takes a seat, glancing back at Shouxue's cell (at least it's hard to eavesdrop between them) before setting her eyes on the other girl. She's young, but not so young that the gravity escapes her.
Her gut twists, and she flounders for a moment for words.]
Well. I can't imagine you're feeling particularly well, but...have people been decent to you? When they've come to talk?
[you can always commit acs of violence and take matters into your own hands by getting caught at trial if no one mureders you... hehehe]
For the most part, yes. But a lot of people keep trying to... say I was not in my right mind. That I must have been affected by something.
[she shakes her head.]
...if you're here because you think I was, or you're being kind to me because you think I was, I need to correct you. Because I did kill him, myself. It was just... me, being angry. [...] Please don't try to correct me, or else... I think I'll get mad again.
[You're so right I should just totally stab one of the other harem guys]
...I don't think I have much right to tell you how you felt about anything. [They're practically strangers. She can't claim any kind of authority here. Though there is a pang in her chest: no interference, hm?
It only begs questions she's not sure she wants to ask.]
Then, may I ask what made you angry? Was it Ashe himself, or something else?
Just... everything. I've been angry since we got here, but moreso this week, because these things just keep... happening. And we keep getting told, oh, we're looking into it. Or we get those messages, like the one on Monday, and...
[she scoffs, shaking her head.]
...nothing was going to change. And the doors locked on us, and he was there, and... we were cooking, and I had a knife, and the other two fell asleep, so I just...
[It's not an unfounded anger. Just not one that she's sure justifies a murder.]
A sort of...just an explosion, I guess. [She nods.] I don't know that I can say I understand, but I can see it.
But, I do think that means it's not something you might do normally. If you weren't trapped, and there hadn't been two murders before this, would killing him have been your first thought? What did you think might happen after?
[the irritation rises, and her kitty tail swishes with obvious agitation.]
Why do people keep saying that? You can't know what I would do normally. I was angry, and I had a knife, and I killed him. He is dead because of me, not because of any kind of outside influence. I can't just say I was affected by something to try to wriggle out of this...
I've been thinking back on it, because so many people keep saying something must have been strange, but nothing felt strange at all.
[Her pulse quickens and Rosamund quickly shakes her head.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean you were mind-controlled! I meant that this place just...it's wearing me down, too. Anyone would get angry, being trapped like this. Forced to see the things that we do. Losing people every week.
[Even then, she doubts that's the whole story. Maybe Sheba can't figure out what made her snap precisely because she hadn't. There still could have been a push.]
And I don't think you're trying to wriggle out of this. I'm more worried that...well...
[She wets her lips, thinking.]
Have you had... I don't know what your home is like. I know most of us have had to fight for our lives before.
So, tell me a bit about it. Will you do me that favour? I can do something for you in return, if you like.
...mm... not a war. I guess you could call me an adventurer.
[she taps her chin, thinking.]
One thing led to another and I ended up accompanying some people who had powers that were similar to mind on their quest. They became my friends... we traveled the world, and all of us became much stronger as a result. A year ago, I was much less capable.
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Okay. Great.
[Scien ripping his own throat out. Eunhyuk charging at her, still covered in blood. Lots of fond memories in here. Rosamund rubs at her arms as she takes a seat, glancing back at Shouxue's cell (at least it's hard to eavesdrop between them) before setting her eyes on the other girl. She's young, but not so young that the gravity escapes her.
Her gut twists, and she flounders for a moment for words.]
Well. I can't imagine you're feeling particularly well, but...have people been decent to you? When they've come to talk?
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For the most part, yes. But a lot of people keep trying to... say I was not in my right mind. That I must have been affected by something.
[she shakes her head.]
...if you're here because you think I was, or you're being kind to me because you think I was, I need to correct you. Because I did kill him, myself. It was just... me, being angry. [...] Please don't try to correct me, or else... I think I'll get mad again.
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...I don't think I have much right to tell you how you felt about anything. [They're practically strangers. She can't claim any kind of authority here. Though there is a pang in her chest: no interference, hm?
It only begs questions she's not sure she wants to ask.]
Then, may I ask what made you angry? Was it Ashe himself, or something else?
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Just... everything. I've been angry since we got here, but moreso this week, because these things just keep... happening. And we keep getting told, oh, we're looking into it. Or we get those messages, like the one on Monday, and...
[she scoffs, shaking her head.]
...nothing was going to change. And the doors locked on us, and he was there, and... we were cooking, and I had a knife, and the other two fell asleep, so I just...
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A sort of...just an explosion, I guess. [She nods.] I don't know that I can say I understand, but I can see it.
But, I do think that means it's not something you might do normally. If you weren't trapped, and there hadn't been two murders before this, would killing him have been your first thought? What did you think might happen after?
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Why do people keep saying that? You can't know what I would do normally. I was angry, and I had a knife, and I killed him. He is dead because of me, not because of any kind of outside influence. I can't just say I was affected by something to try to wriggle out of this...
I've been thinking back on it, because so many people keep saying something must have been strange, but nothing felt strange at all.
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean you were mind-controlled! I meant that this place just...it's wearing me down, too. Anyone would get angry, being trapped like this. Forced to see the things that we do. Losing people every week.
[Even then, she doubts that's the whole story. Maybe Sheba can't figure out what made her snap precisely because she hadn't. There still could have been a push.]
And I don't think you're trying to wriggle out of this. I'm more worried that...well...
[She wets her lips, thinking.]
Have you had... I don't know what your home is like. I know most of us have had to fight for our lives before.
So, tell me a bit about it. Will you do me that favour? I can do something for you in return, if you like.
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[some of the irritation bleeds out of her, and sheba sighs, drawing her legs up to her chest and resting her head on her knees.]
...I can tell you about where I grew up, yes. Is there something specific you'd like to know...?
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[She thinks a moment.]
Well. You're very capable, for one thing. Were you an adventurer of some sort? Or did you have to fight a war?
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[she taps her chin, thinking.]
One thing led to another and I ended up accompanying some people who had powers that were similar to mind on their quest. They became my friends... we traveled the world, and all of us became much stronger as a result. A year ago, I was much less capable.