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Erika doesn’t answer. She’s busy with her coffee and that’s all that matters in the world. Jimena, however, isn’t missing a single heartbeat yet. Her finger itches- but she can’t find an answer. Would I rather die than be killed? Would I rather live as a killer? Is that bad? Is that good?
Even right now, on the verge of the abyss, the fear of becoming something she hates stills her finger.
As Hush shoots Jimena an inquisitive glance, Petra’s motivation magic is invested in finding an answer as fast as she can, in making sure, dead sure, that she wouldn’t become someone Petra wouldn’t want to see coming back. But it’s just not simple. It’s humanity’s main dilemma, the root of all problems- the ‘being nice’ part the pink girl had just pointed out-
-the pink girl that Jimena stares at with eyes red like blood, ready to kill, eyes that find the Faction Leader, for the very first time, pale, still, not laughing, not grinning, not gesturing wildly with her head-
but still alive.
In the end, Jimena’s heart, despite her nature, had always belonged to the East.
>>ᕙ (M4 Mind φ Roll: 14 = Failure)<< (Kill Faction Leader Hush.)
Jimena also takes a sip from her latte. There's no rush anymore. Whatever happens, happens; she tried her best. As Erika and Jimena drink in silence, Hush bends over the table like a snake, picking up a strawberry pancake filled with cream with her mouth. It does look kinda messy, but she's also doing it without hands so Erika gives it a free pass. Whatever.
After she's done with the pancake, Hush manages to intercept the waitress, this time straight-up blocking her way- with a smile.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Excuse me, we have to leave, so- would you mind-</span>
Pink Girl tilts her head towards the table.
<span class="mu-s">Waitress</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yes, sure! I'll wrap it all up so you can take it home, just wait by the door.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">You heard the lady. Let's go.</span>
Erika and Jimena stand; they even stretch, something uncharacteristic for the tall blonde. But fuck it. As they leave the table, Erika hears Hush mumbling.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">I will have to pay Petra Gurin a visit, it seems!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Not caring is so nice.</span>
