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"Why the hell did she still have it if she was going to go somewhere all by herself? Even the smallest chance of it leaking could've spelt disaster."
"...Nicole Smith, she's 16. Teenagers are retards." Rosaline smirks like the answer was obvious. "Daisy is going to have a hissy fit over this, though. At least you recovered her daughter in time."
[PERSON OF INTEREST] It's a smart way to ensure data doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Though it's not wise for her to spill a secret like that.
Robbert shrugs at the question thrown his way. "Hides my scars. Protects my soul. I like wearing it. Makes it easier." You raise an eyebrow at his vague question. Easier what? "To do what I have to do. Easier if they don't have to see my face."
[UNSTABLE] It's easier to hurt others if see yourself as an animal than a human. To let your urges free.
[UNSTABLE] You would know. You're becoming more of an animal every day in order to survive.
"I get that. Whenever I fight someone, I just let my mind blank out for a moment during it. Though I didn't fight in any major wars like you did so I can't even pretend to understand it fully."
"That's a good thing, kid. Being an animal ain't what it's cracked up to be. That tiny Roland over there? She should be glad she doesn't see the world as it is."
Roland and Max both sneer at Robbert's statement but they wisely hold their tongues for now.
While your other allies keep drinking and enjoying their meals, you decide to ask your final question of the night towards the two Krakatoas. "Rolando. All offense meant but you're a fucking bore. There's a man with a bunny mask and some weird fashionista yet YOUR family is the one filled with arthouse creatives? How the hell does that work?"
"don't. don't call me that. you did a lot for my family but please don't fucking call me that." Roland shivers like you casted a hex on him. <<span class="mu-b">"I left highschool 15 years ago but that name still haunts me..."</span>> "Look, 'Max' isn't wrong about our family name. We don't have the best reputation in higher society." A faint smile crosses Max's face upon hearing her preferred name.
"My father is a crazy arthouse film maker. My uncle spends all day writing really shoddy literature on the internet. My sister throws her own blood at canvases to make 'art'. My brother? Christ, it's best if I don't describe it. At least I try to provide for my family instead of running around, doing inane bullshit because I thought it was funny that day."
"Doesn't that make life boring, though, if you don't express yourself in any way? Though I guess I don't got much room to talk since I mostly work all day."
"Maybe." Roland rubs the back of his neck with an awkward look on his face. "Look. My dad wasn't the best with money. He would run around to spend all of his money on wacky arthouse products while encouraging my siblings to do the same thing. I respect the creative pursuits but I just...wanted a more grounded life for my family."
