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What was there but your <span class="mu-i">resolve</span> that had carried you this far, out of a place where you very well could have died before you were a woman grown? Even beyond that, when most settled in to wait for a quick death, you were out of there and set to shoot beyond. Yes, you had naught to be ashamed of when it came to the persistence of your will. Your grit, what Hell always said was the steel of the soul.
What then, did you smite with that?
Pride, perhaps. Not your own pride. The sort of blind haughtiness that sought to crush your will. The arrogance of those who thought where they came from naturally made them superior to you. How many such people had fallen thinking that such empty ego made them invincible, only to lose faith in that at the critical moment? Assuredly many had died for that by you or your crews’ guns.
Anyways. You toyed further with the duel blade, felt for where its weight worked for and against it. With how brittle the edge was, its mass wouldn’t help much, most likely, but it would make it useful for defending against its twin.
The shower stopped, and in a few minutes, Yuliana walked out clad in a towel.
“Magnus went out,” you felt the need to say.
“I know,” Yuliana said with an annoyed huff. She padded by you, glancing at the knife in your hand. “I wonder if you’re thinking of cutting me, right now?”
You gave her a coy look. “Nah. But if we both had towels, I’d whip you like a horse.”
The pale headed bitch scoffed loudly. “Heaven forbid that Magnus sees <span class="mu-i">you</span> in the nude. He might swear off women for good and return to blind war.” Yeah, yeah.
“I ain’t into chicks, let alone cunts, so don’t get your hopes up,” you said dully, waving the knife placidly before flipping it in your hand and setting it back on the table whence it came, “Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’. Pretty clear right now that you don’t got so much as a scratch, a bruise, from that crash. I don’t even think your hair was messed up.” You looked her over skeptically. “Magnus ain’t here. Just us. You got a secret you want t’ spill?”
It wasn’t like you had no reason to suspect something <span class="mu-i">odd</span>. You vaguely recalled once, when you and Richter were drunk, he rambled on about strange things, unnatural things, sorcery and creatures of the deep, of ghosts and spirits. The sort of nonsense plenty of people believed in, sure, but not enough to actually think they did more than be blamed for poor fortunes and bad sleep. You vaguely remembered that the man had been witness to far, far more than such little things as that.
Did you believe him then? Well, you hadn’t <span class="mu-i">seen</span> anything, but enough strange had happened around him, and he seemed so certain, that you couldn’t be as certain as you once were that such things as magic and evil spirits had no place in a world such as this.
