Heather Mason || 18th revelation || [video]
[Heather is leaning against a wall in the hallway in F1, in the relative darkness, and she's covered almost entirely in blood, as is the blade of her katana. She's been shot quite a few times, and she looks like hell. It's been quite a while since she's seen any action and her expression is cautiously optimistic
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[she perks up a little at that]
So they're... all dead. Gone. We're free.
Right?
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[she sighs, pressing a hand to her forehead]
Then what are we fighting for?
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[He watched her quietly. Bloodshed wasn't easy, but pointless death ate at your mind breaking you more effectively than any physical wound.]
You're fighting for your freedom. [A sharp reply.]
Nothing that's worth having is cheap or easy. If you were expecting to go home, then you might as well give up on it. We got rid of the Doctors but we're still prisoners to that computer.
[It would be easier to accept the way of things this way, than to believe a fairy-tale spun by her own mind. She would fall a shorter distance when the truth finally set in.]
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[for a moment, she's just completely and utterly broken before her stubbornness picks up the pieces and she puts on a determined expression]
I wasn't expecting to go home. I actually think I'm better off here than I am at home, and if I had a choice I'd stay. But this way... we're not prisoners in the same way. They don't control us anymore.
Val's not so bad. She helped us. I don't exactly trust her, but she's a hell of a lot better than those doctors.
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.... [He didn't show the surprise her words instilled. She preferred this place to her world?]
A prison that tortures you on a weekly basis. [A look.] How is that better than your home?
[Don't control us anymore... she really was naive.]
A prison is still a prison no matter who the warden is.
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It's better than my home because right before I came here, I lost the only person I cared about. Here, I have... well... I kind of have a family. And friends. I never had friends back home. Back home I have an empty apartment full of my dad's blood and a bunch of cultists who want to make me pregnant with God. [she's not usually so candid about her situation, but she's in a mood]
I have people who love me here, and who care about me. It sounds pretty stupid and I know it, but I think I care about that more than getting out of here.
I'm willing to suffer through their experiments if it means I have them.
[she shrugs coolly at that last part]
But it's not really a prison now, is it? We can go wherever we want in this place. More like a permanent vacation, or whatever? Man, I don't know.
[it may be possible she's found the only person more snarky and negative than she is]
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. . .
[Odd. Her situation was almost reminiscent to his own.]
God? [A familiar phrase he'd come to suspect. In his experience, anything that claimed the title was always a monster in disguise.
Her next words gave him pause, and his eyes shifted down as old memories resurfaced.]
... It's not stupid. [He murmured.] To care about them.
[He went quiet after that, his mind on far away thoughts, until her words brought him back to the present.]
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You really don't know what's going on, do you?
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[at that last part, she puts her hand on her hip and gives him a look]
I think I know a hell of a lot better what's going on here than you. You've been here what, a week? If you've been here longer, I haven't seen you.
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