Also irritated by the feeling that she had forgotten something, Christine had decided to keep herself as busy as possible,a nd thus keep her mind off it. Well, more specifically, keep it from wondering why her hands kept curling as if holding a child's hand. Knowing what had happened on the ship before, Christine wondered if she really wanted to remember.
Her latest errand was getting food for herself and Erol from the buffet, and she was almost back. Even as she opened the door and set the tray down on the table, Christine was already wondering what she could do next, and so she didn't notice what Erol was holding as she glimpsed him on her way past. When she turned, however, to tell him that yes, he did need to eat if he was to recover properly...
Well, her face was the very picture of panic. To her credit, at least she tried to salvage the situation.
Her panic sealed things. Now the only question was how she would dig her own grave.
"I believe you know exactly what this is," he stated. Instead of heated with anger, his voice was low and soft. Calm.
Erol had never been more dangerous than he was when he used that tone. She wasn't Christine anymore, she wasn't the girl he strived not to hurt despite his own sadism, whose looks of trust and absolute adoration he savored, whose death was followed by his own as he took revenge upon the creatures that dared touch what was his. She was now an interrogation subject, someone who'd slipped a drug into his drink, and he was going to exact payment from her in full.
Instictively, Christine wracked her brain for a lie, any lie, anything at all that would explain the presence of the potion amongst her things. After all, perhaps not all was lost. Knowing Erol, he was probably simply wary that she might try to use it on him - or, worse, someone else.
As a matter of fact, Christine had never had any intention of using the second potion, and still wasn't quite sure why she'd bought it. She supposed it was something of a keepsake, a reminder of what had happened, even if it had been false. Maybe it was somehow also a preventative in and of itself. So long as she had the potion, she could be tempted to use it and resist by telling herself she'd be good today, and maybe use it tomorrow. And so on.
Had it been anyone else questioning her, Christine just might have pieced together a plausible explanation, but Erol? No, she could never manage to lie convincingly to him.
"Yes." Eyes fixed on the floor, she clasped her hands helplessly and silently hoped that everything would be all right.
It takes quite a lot of self-control not to snap and hit her right then, but he manages. At least she isn't giving him any lip. If she did that he would just snap her fragile little neck right here -
"And who have you used it on?"
Loaded question. Not Did you use it, but Who did you use it on.
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Her latest errand was getting food for herself and Erol from the buffet, and she was almost back. Even as she opened the door and set the tray down on the table, Christine was already wondering what she could do next, and so she didn't notice what Erol was holding as she glimpsed him on her way past. When she turned, however, to tell him that yes, he did need to eat if he was to recover properly...
Well, her face was the very picture of panic. To her credit, at least she tried to salvage the situation.
"E-Erol... w-what that?"
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"I believe you know exactly what this is," he stated. Instead of heated with anger, his voice was low and soft. Calm.
Erol had never been more dangerous than he was when he used that tone. She wasn't Christine anymore, she wasn't the girl he strived not to hurt despite his own sadism, whose looks of trust and absolute adoration he savored, whose death was followed by his own as he took revenge upon the creatures that dared touch what was his. She was now an interrogation subject, someone who'd slipped a drug into his drink, and he was going to exact payment from her in full.
"Where did you get it? Emeraudes?"
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As a matter of fact, Christine had never had any intention of using the second potion, and still wasn't quite sure why she'd bought it. She supposed it was something of a keepsake, a reminder of what had happened, even if it had been false. Maybe it was somehow also a preventative in and of itself. So long as she had the potion, she could be tempted to use it and resist by telling herself she'd be good today, and maybe use it tomorrow. And so on.
Had it been anyone else questioning her, Christine just might have pieced together a plausible explanation, but Erol? No, she could never manage to lie convincingly to him.
"Yes." Eyes fixed on the floor, she clasped her hands helplessly and silently hoped that everything would be all right.
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"And who have you used it on?"
Loaded question. Not Did you use it, but Who did you use it on.
He wanted her to hang herself.
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