That word again. It slips in and out of her vocabulary, leaving a furrowed brow in its wake. She shakes her head, but it isn't meant to be a no so much as an indication of confusion. Is that the word for it? Did the Shining Light mutate her when she had the poor sense to survive her dose of V?
It makes her think of Butcher, again. Too much about this place makes her feel like she should be looking over her shoulder to make sure he's coming up the path behind, aiming her in the right direction. Fuck, she doesn't even like him, but—
I'm not your fucking gun, she had said. That's exactly what you are, he had said. She's still waiting for him to squeeze her trigger, isn't she?
Once the mirror shards are off the floor, Kimiko writes something else down for Logan to read. ]
No. I'm a human being.
[ The stub of the pencil seems to have pressed the graphite on the paper defensively hard. The tip breaks as soon as she's drawn the dangling curve on the g. ]
no subject
That word again. It slips in and out of her vocabulary, leaving a furrowed brow in its wake. She shakes her head, but it isn't meant to be a no so much as an indication of confusion. Is that the word for it? Did the Shining Light mutate her when she had the poor sense to survive her dose of V?
It makes her think of Butcher, again. Too much about this place makes her feel like she should be looking over her shoulder to make sure he's coming up the path behind, aiming her in the right direction. Fuck, she doesn't even like him, but—
I'm not your fucking gun, she had said.
That's exactly what you are, he had said. She's still waiting for him to squeeze her trigger, isn't she?
Once the mirror shards are off the floor, Kimiko writes something else down for Logan to read. ]
No. I'm a human being.
[ The stub of the pencil seems to have pressed the graphite on the paper defensively hard. The tip breaks as soon as she's drawn the dangling curve on the g. ]