[She throws her communicator across the room. She's furious. She wants to break things, wants to rip him into pieces, wants to hurt and kill and crush.
She has a temper. But that's not her temper. She stays very still, and seethes, and thinks. She knows she doesn't want to do any of that. She knows, as a living person, she would be angry at Alex, but not like that. Her anger runs to cold, cruel focus, not sudden violence; she couldn't afford it to. So, this is an effect. She makes a note, and wills herself calm. She meditates without breathing at all, which is - interesting. And after some time - ten minutes, half an hour, she doesn't know - she goes and picks up her comm again, and sends him another message. Voice, this time.]
I already did apologize to him. I probably will again. That one was for you, you sanctimonious ass.
I don't need friends who will do anything to keep me safe, Alex. My father kept me in a prison to keep me safe.
I care that people care. When I first came here I planned a whole slate of experiments, just wondering which death tolls were worst, and what counted toward a cause of death if you had multiple injuries. And I didn't, because there was Bruce and Lua and you who'd be upset, even though I expected all of you to walk away from me any day.
I still care. But I'm not going to never take risks, and I'm not going to pretend that death here means the same as it does somewhere else. If that's what you want in a friend, then...I can't be that. I'm sorry for that, too.
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She has a temper. But that's not her temper. She stays very still, and seethes, and thinks. She knows she doesn't want to do any of that. She knows, as a living person, she would be angry at Alex, but not like that. Her anger runs to cold, cruel focus, not sudden violence; she couldn't afford it to. So, this is an effect. She makes a note, and wills herself calm. She meditates without breathing at all, which is - interesting. And after some time - ten minutes, half an hour, she doesn't know - she goes and picks up her comm again, and sends him another message. Voice, this time.]
I already did apologize to him. I probably will again. That one was for you, you sanctimonious ass.
I don't need friends who will do anything to keep me safe, Alex. My father kept me in a prison to keep me safe.
I care that people care. When I first came here I planned a whole slate of experiments, just wondering which death tolls were worst, and what counted toward a cause of death if you had multiple injuries. And I didn't, because there was Bruce and Lua and you who'd be upset, even though I expected all of you to walk away from me any day.
I still care. But I'm not going to never take risks, and I'm not going to pretend that death here means the same as it does somewhere else. If that's what you want in a friend, then...I can't be that. I'm sorry for that, too.