[[Backdated: set roughly 3-4 days after
this thread; still previous to
Tsurude's announcement.]]Three days was a lot of time to think, especially if you didn't do anything else. Kureno was rather talented at thinking, being the rational person he was and meditating regularly. Only two or three things in his life had ever taken him more than a day
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"No, it's... mostly sort of... stiff." And sore, but stiff described the sensation best. Stiff like she'd over used it and now the muscles were demanding a well deserved rest. She pulled two mugs down from an over-head cabinet, along with matching spoons. "When they.... well, when they had to do surgery, they had to cut between the ribs under my left arm. Along with everything else, it's just made healing more difficult."
If you didn't smoke so much, she could remember Sakurai lecturing her, your recovery would go much faster. Which is why we're not letting you smoke until your lungs are done healing. She'd heard the same from Rin before he'd gotten... distracted... with Kakami, and likely would have heard the same from Tsurude if he hadn't spent his whole life dealing with her mother. That was about the only blessing she had right now in having Tsurude taking over as primary in charge of her case ( ... )
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"He's not 'sweeping it under the rug'," she replied angrily, leaning forward for enough to put her mug on her coffee table before propping her head up in both hands, glaring at her lap. "He's going to give me a fucking medal for it."
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He wanted to laugh. That was a joke, right? There was no possible way she'd be rewarded for all the trouble she caused. Getting out of a sentencing, sure, but to be decorated for it... There was just no way. He couldn't believe this.
...Why did he have to know he could believe this.
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Covering her face with her hands, feeling exhausted, angry, and bitterly unhappy, Asuka continued, "A medal of honor. As if there's anything honorable about this."
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Damn right there was nothing honorable about it.
The careful containment he'd kept his thoughts in slipped and he didn't even scold himself for thinking something so resentful. In fact, feeling resentful and even a bit vicious right now was actually feeling... "A medal." ...good.
"A medal of honor. For going off and deceiving everybody; for nearly getting yourself killed; for not even thinking or using your brain in any remote way. For that you're getting a medal."
'Meanwhile the only thing I got for saving you from dying from your own stupidity and recklessness is the loss of the very career I spent my life on.'
"...............................huh."
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