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“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” You theorize she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
“No, I am perfectly capable.” The Spy Dragon tries to show her whole arrangement of movement, but she twitches in pain every so often like the stubborn woman she is.
“You sure?” You ask again.
“Yes.” This lady doesn’t care about your niceness.
“Super really sure?” You stress.
Out of pure spite, the Spy Dragon grabs the plastic spoon with a little chocolate goodness, and lands it on her tongue. She didn’t look like she had the best of times.
“Do you like it?” You wonder if the Bufu was effective.
The Spy Dragon doesn’t respond. This isn’t a good prospect for your interrogation.
“This is the last question I’m going to allow you to ignore, understood?” You act like you’re dealing with a child.
The Spy Dragon doesn’t say a word.
“Understood?” You reiterate.
“I understand.” The Spy Dragon wants this to be over.
“Good, because I need answers.” You stroke your mask’s chin in deep thought. “Who are you?”
“I’m nothingness, not even a whisper…” The Spy Dragon smirks at the futility of her life.
“Uhm, you don’t have to be poetic. Like, what’s your name?” You rephrase.
“Do bullets have names?” The Spy Dragon retorts with sarcasm. “I’m a weapon. A tool with no more use.”
“A lot of cool people name their weapons. Like, there’s an entire list of historical swords with names.” You don’t want to name her Excalibur, but you will if you have to. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe it’s real. Because it isn’t. But you want to believe just like Mom believed in Ghoulzilla, and he exists! So, there’s a chance…
“Hence why I go by the name Spy Dragon. That’s my real identity. This is who I am.” The defeated warrior has an inflated ego. “Everything else interferes with the legend.”
“Then can you give me your fake one?” You are ready to write it down!
“Nobodies can’t be acknowledged.” The Spy Dragon refuses to say a peep.
