[She smiles in spite of herself as he hands over the shirt with an oh so charming kiss. What a goofball. Of course he wouldn't let something so stupid as this get him down.
Which... doesn't help make her feel any better about her own attitude towards her predicament. Her arms just irritate her; sure she's questioned her actions in the past, betraying Dante when the first met, then changing her tune and turning agains her former master, hunting down and killing her own kind. It's not an attractive trait, and she knows that. Doesn't mean she regrets the choices she's making for herself.
She knows she's not disposable either, but the memory of those words from years ago which had sickened and galled her so much at the time... it's not been nice to relive those.
That useless being? If you need a mother, I can create it as many as you want. Just like, I created Trish
But it brings her to the sticking point across her clavicle.
Her smile slips as she reaches for the scarf.]
Fine.
[As the scarf comes away it reveals that the skin underneath is still pink from where she's almost scrubbed her skin raw trying to get rid of the words. For the first time since she arrived she can't bring herself to meet Dante's eyes once they're revealed.
IT'S NOT YOUR FACE.
She keeps her eyes firmly on her lap, because this really bothers her and it pisses her off that it does.]
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Which... doesn't help make her feel any better about her own attitude towards her predicament. Her arms just irritate her; sure she's questioned her actions in the past, betraying Dante when the first met, then changing her tune and turning agains her former master, hunting down and killing her own kind. It's not an attractive trait, and she knows that. Doesn't mean she regrets the choices she's making for herself.
She knows she's not disposable either, but the memory of those words from years ago which had sickened and galled her so much at the time... it's not been nice to relive those.
That useless being? If you need a mother, I can create it as many as you want. Just like, I created Trish
But it brings her to the sticking point across her clavicle.
Her smile slips as she reaches for the scarf.]
Fine.
[As the scarf comes away it reveals that the skin underneath is still pink from where she's almost scrubbed her skin raw trying to get rid of the words. For the first time since she arrived she can't bring herself to meet Dante's eyes once they're revealed.
IT'S NOT YOUR FACE.
She keeps her eyes firmly on her lap, because this really bothers her and it pisses her off that it does.]
You see why I thought it might be Vergil.