<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png]"Released."
After a moment or two between the last of Ventus' remarks, Kae found an almost wistful smile creeping back over those near perfect features of hers. "I wasn't bought out, as you've put it several times. I was released." Fingers curled against the meat of her thigh while the woman's other hand continued toying with a bit of rubbish left in the wake of her candy craving. "But those details aren't important in this case, I suppose. If my uniqueness has caught your attention, I can't help questioning your judgment." Partially said in jest, Kae flickered her blue hues back towards the male as she added simply, "You seem committed to this."
The trash was dropped, forgotten, onto the table as Kae returned to dragging her digits through the mess of her hair. Done partially as a reason for her to move, but also because she wanted to buy time, and any means of distracting Ventus could prove helpful. Of course, things were being simplified after she had danced through the hoops he set up for the Synthetic in regards to his motivations. Eventually realizing her dilemma, Kae found a chuckle misplaced as though she was nervous about her next question. Regardless of what nerves may or may not have been involved, there just wasn't any way around what she managed to ask. "I don't have a choice in the matter, do I?"
Memories of a life prior to this one leaked into the forefront of her mind, and despite Kae's best efforts to avoid recollections she deemed unnecessary, one couldn't outrun their past. If she were more comfortable with the events leading up to working in the Veil, perhaps the woman would have had the memory cells wiped during a diagnostic scan. Yet, there always seemed to be a nearby excuse to grab a hold of in case the passing thought occurred, leaving her to cope in the manner she learned to do since her first moments of cognizance. In silence.
Another long pause would fall over the pair, though Kae would break it when she was ready to do so, even if it meant upsetting the pace of their conversation. "How much time do I have before we leave?" The hint of disappointment in her voice was there, unmasked, as Kae refused to pretend she was immediately happy with Ventus' asseveration of her stunted potential. Wasn't it always men in suits who seemed to ruin the lives of those around them? The blonde's appearance spelled trouble from the instance he stepped through the entrance of the bar, and since then, Kae had grown noticeably more distant with Ventus during their time spent together. Still, she wasn't surprised. Her time free had always been limited; a novel concept.
Her only argument came in the soft admittance of, "I still have much to lose." Kae convinced herself this was for the best, that she was somehow benefiting those she had worked with for all these years, if only to keep Ventus from doing something drastic in the Veil. Marv had a wife and children. Even the smallest bit of hesitation concerning their safety meant Kae couldn't say no to Ventus. At least not now, not here.
After a moment or two between the last of Ventus' remarks, Kae found an almost wistful smile creeping back over those near perfect features of hers. "I wasn't bought out, as you've put it several times. I was released." Fingers curled against the meat of her thigh while the woman's other hand continued toying with a bit of rubbish left in the wake of her candy craving. "But those details aren't important in this case, I suppose. If my uniqueness has caught your attention, I can't help questioning your judgment." Partially said in jest, Kae flickered her blue hues back towards the male as she added simply, "You seem committed to this."
The trash was dropped, forgotten, onto the table as Kae returned to dragging her digits through the mess of her hair. Done partially as a reason for her to move, but also because she wanted to buy time, and any means of distracting Ventus could prove helpful. Of course, things were being simplified after she had danced through the hoops he set up for the Synthetic in regards to his motivations. Eventually realizing her dilemma, Kae found a chuckle misplaced as though she was nervous about her next question. Regardless of what nerves may or may not have been involved, there just wasn't any way around what she managed to ask. "I don't have a choice in the matter, do I?"
Memories of a life prior to this one leaked into the forefront of her mind, and despite Kae's best efforts to avoid recollections she deemed unnecessary, one couldn't outrun their past. If she were more comfortable with the events leading up to working in the Veil, perhaps the woman would have had the memory cells wiped during a diagnostic scan. Yet, there always seemed to be a nearby excuse to grab a hold of in case the passing thought occurred, leaving her to cope in the manner she learned to do since her first moments of cognizance. In silence.
Another long pause would fall over the pair, though Kae would break it when she was ready to do so, even if it meant upsetting the pace of their conversation. "How much time do I have before we leave?" The hint of disappointment in her voice was there, unmasked, as Kae refused to pretend she was immediately happy with Ventus' asseveration of her stunted potential. Wasn't it always men in suits who seemed to ruin the lives of those around them? The blonde's appearance spelled trouble from the instance he stepped through the entrance of the bar, and since then, Kae had grown noticeably more distant with Ventus during their time spent together. Still, she wasn't surprised. Her time free had always been limited; a novel concept.
Her only argument came in the soft admittance of, "I still have much to lose." Kae convinced herself this was for the best, that she was somehow benefiting those she had worked with for all these years, if only to keep Ventus from doing something drastic in the Veil. Marv had a wife and children. Even the smallest bit of hesitation concerning their safety meant Kae couldn't say no to Ventus. At least not now, not here.
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I tried running from the memory and the mourning.
I tried running from the memory and the mourning.