>>19334522>>19334525>>19334551Outside of the dreamworld, the movements of Kasumi were sloppy. Despite it, one of the punches connected to Raquel in the gut. If it wasn't for the gas mask maybe her gaps would've taken another form, breaking the illusion. The Latina endured it as well as she could as Kasumi begged for mercy
Kasumi spelled out her full name, alongside details about her past life. An Irish surname...a woman with Schizophrenia...a dead mother...a violent answer to trauma...a spiral of alcohol...an absent father...and the acknowledgment that Casandra was no real friend of hers. Yes, Raquel was satisfied, she could work with this. Shaping the mind of Kasumi for her selfish goals should be easy. Now it was a matter of pushing the right levers.
>Everyone betrays you. That's just how the world works. That's why you have to beat them to the punch chicaThe half Japanese yawned, as Raquel whispered words of distrust
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The druglord was about to continue her sermon, but she double-guessed herself. Yes, she was cool, the coolest woman in the Alliance. That's why she was the center of attention but...the idea of having something in common. Kasumi was not born out of privilege, Kasumi did not rely on her natural talent, and Kasumi was not a hard worker either...Kasumi was desperate enough to do whatever it took. That's why she took the risk and came to her despite being one of Kade's goons. This defenseless woman, curled up like a ball, twitching and bathed in tears, someone she had ignored up until that moment, was really dangerous. Not the demons, not the psychopaths, not the shrine maiden or the half animals...Kasumi is the most dangerous woman she found in this company
The Latina crouched and grabbed Kasumi's hair. The hapa was unconscious; she couldn't hear a thing, but Raquel had to make it clear
>We are not the same. You are running from your past
>I will create a new futuro 