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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 21:09:55 GMT -5
She swallowed, shaking her head. "He...existed," she said, as if she could find no other explanation. "He did to others what was done to me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 21:11:16 GMT -5
::That was reason enough, fighting those who would cause harm to innocents, and Pietro nodded.:: "Nobody will look for you; that's a public service."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 21:14:25 GMT -5
She moved away a little, curled up with her arms around her knees, shaking her head. That hadn't been the point. She'd gone back, almost irrevocably, to her old life as soon as everything started to go haywire, as soon as someone even tried to meddle with feelings she'd not dealt with. It was a life she ran from, and as soon as things had gotten bad, she'd run right back to it, right back to the people who used her. They'd even been surprised when she'd taken a charity job, and she HAD taken that job, been a good little assassin, done as she was told.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 21:52:10 GMT -5
::Her reaction, moving away from Pietro, was completely unexpected. Yes, he was hardly the person one came to for a pep talk, but he'd thought his point was valid, and vindicating in its own right. Apparently not.:: "Did I say something wrong?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 21:57:39 GMT -5
She sighed; that hadn't been her intention either. "No, it's not you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:01:51 GMT -5
::That meant it was internal, a struggle with which Pietro was long familiar. He wouldn't impose, wouldn't force her to speak of her thoughts, as he expected the same courtesy paid to him in one of his moods.:: "Do you want time?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:11:45 GMT -5
She shook her head a little. "There's no point to that, either." It was true- she'd be feeling regret over Italy and over this until she could force herself to forget. As it was, Pietro never insisted on digging secrets out of her; telling him everything she could was a vow she'd made to herself quite awhile ago, after her last relationship became a disaster. At the same time, she didn't want too much honesty to hurt them, either. "I...went back to my handler, in the Morlocks. The man I almost killed was by his order." She said it flatly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:20:08 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes flashed at the revelation, spurned on by more than one emotion. "Handler" made her sound like chattel, a description so beneath her it was barely worth mention. That someone else would use her this way, would place her in danger angered him, and filled him with an active desire to protect, rather than the passive one which always boiled within. That she sought him out confused him; she was above that. The first question to come to mind was the one he spoke.:: "Why?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:25:35 GMT -5
Ty didn't look him in the eye. "I don't know." It was a question she'd debated often. She'd been angry, yes, murderously so, but she'd spent over a year trying to distance herself from everything she'd been before, Morlocks included. She'd come back scared, tired, and still hadn't been able to do what she'd set out to do- the man she'd attacked was still very much alive. It confused her as much as it appeared to confuse him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:28:16 GMT -5
::Pietro absorbed that silently. Although she didn't meet his eyes, his attention remained focused on her, her cheeks, her posture, her hands...It bewildered him, but she hadn't killed the man, he lived, which set her apart from the shape-shifter, enough for him not to fly into a bout of righteous rage, not against her. The rest, if he found this man, he would strangle him.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:29:49 GMT -5
The silence hung for a minute to two, until Ty spoke up again. "So you see, Mina was right, at least a little."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:34:44 GMT -5
"Mina is blind," ::Pietro replied. Whatever her perceptions were, whatever conclusions she had and however they might unfold, she held them wrongly, borne from prejudice, and were invalidated.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:40:17 GMT -5
She turned to look at him finally. "Maybe," she said quietly, "but in a way, she is also right." Her aunt had called her evil, and banished her to hell. Typhoid didn't believe much in religion, but the first part was right.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 22, 2008 22:42:45 GMT -5
::There came the righteous rage, summoned on her behalf to counter the lingering words of her foolish aunt. Pietro was unrelenting in his belief, as with all of his beliefs.:: "Right in her hypocrisy of religion, or in abandoning two children?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2008 22:46:29 GMT -5
She didn't answer the question; arguing wasn't really what she wanted to do. "I'm not pure as snow, Pietro, and I've done a lot that I've never answered for. And apparently I've the capability of doing it over again. That's not something I'll live with."
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