Heather Mason || 18th revelation || [video]

[godsmommy]

[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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[truepsychictale]

I am going to be optimistic that we have.

[godsmommy]

Sasha! You made it!

[she was worried all of her friends were dead]

We really kicked ass, didn't we?

[truepsychictale]

I told you I would survive a simple break in.

And I think we did.

[godsmommy]

We did more than just survive. We destroyed those guys.

[she's a little more cheerful about the prospect of having murdered people than a teenage girl should probably be]

[psionichax0r]

Where the fuck have you been?

rofl he's so subtle

[godsmommy]

Killing interns with all my badassery, getting shot like some kinda warrior. Why? You weren't worried about me or something, were you?

[that earns a grin because she knows he most likely was]

What about you? I haven't seen you since this whole thing started?

the most subtle

[psionichax0r]

Oh, I dunno, maybe stopping us all from blowing up?!

If you're getting shot at you're doing it wrong.

[godsmommy]

Hey, you can't expect me to go on a rampage and not get shot at. Seriously.

Oh yeah, you were hacking, right? How'd that go?

[leashed_hunter]

We won.

[godsmommy]

Yeah?

[she perks up a little at that]

So they're... all dead. Gone. We're free.

Right?

[leashed_hunter]

We won a battle, nothing more.

[godsmommy]

And it doesn't mean anything? We didn't... all that and we didn't accomplish anything? Is that what you're saying?

[she sighs, pressing a hand to her forehead]

Then what are we fighting for?

[hurtandscared]

We won.

Also, I hope you're planning on getting lessons for your powers. [Your lack of psychic prowess disappoints your younger self.]

[godsmommy]

[Heather smiles, relief flooding over her features]

Good. We made it. I was afraid we wouldn't.

[and then she puts a hand on her hip]

What's that supposed to mean?

[hurtandscared]

We'll always make it. [That may sound optimistic, but it's not. Alessa's forever doomed to live.]

It means you're awful at psychic stuff. I've been able to wish people dead since I was tiny, and I didn't see anyone dropping dead from wishes out there. [You're being scolded by your younger self. It is happening.]

[godsmommy]

Well of course I'm awful at psychic stuff! I didn't even know about you until a couple of months before I came here! I thought everybody had dreams about what was gonna happen.

[and then a pause]

And maybe that's 'cause I didn't have to wish... I just used a gun.

[how shameful is it to see your other self use a gun, Alessa?]