( How do you know for sure? How can anyone? But there's a difference in handling viable threats, in understanding if you're encroaching on those defending their own home versus those decided to consume yours as part of their will or nature or worst, always, righteous desire. Most. She can work with most.
She knows there's gangs, too, and that's human or human-enough violence; an extinguished cult, but where one's been, maybe another can appear. People are malleable, she knows that, she's lived that, and if it weren't for her own nature, she'd have swallowed it as easily as so many around her.
The strong trample the weak. But should they? The powerful oppress the poor. But should they be allowed to?
She closes her eyes for a moment. Thinks of sky, and water, and a boat, and an unfamiliar scent she admits she likes. None of those things are here when she opens her eyes again, and she pops her thumb into her mouth. Blood. Licks it clean without batting an eyelash. It's not going to staunch right away, but it'll slow down on its own.
She decides not to point out that defense can be misappropriated, because she presumes he knows that, and his particular choices are ones that make it harder, less reasonable, much too difficult to do. Annie gets it. Wanting to protect people is why she headed back toward Marley.
Wanting to protect people is why she's still alive at all. She pulls her thumb back out of her mouth with a small, poignant pop. )
I... don't... know, what that involves. ( Helping in other ways. Only protecting. Creating, not just destroying. (She's admittedly hyper specialized in fine-tuned destruction even just as a human being. In turn, doesn't that mean she can also fine-tune protection?) ) But...
( She trails off, grimacing a little. Then she decides to smile. )
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She knows there's gangs, too, and that's human or human-enough violence; an extinguished cult, but where one's been, maybe another can appear. People are malleable, she knows that, she's lived that, and if it weren't for her own nature, she'd have swallowed it as easily as so many around her.
The strong trample the weak. But should they? The powerful oppress the poor. But should they be allowed to?
She closes her eyes for a moment. Thinks of sky, and water, and a boat, and an unfamiliar scent she admits she likes. None of those things are here when she opens her eyes again, and she pops her thumb into her mouth. Blood. Licks it clean without batting an eyelash. It's not going to staunch right away, but it'll slow down on its own.
She decides not to point out that defense can be misappropriated, because she presumes he knows that, and his particular choices are ones that make it harder, less reasonable, much too difficult to do. Annie gets it. Wanting to protect people is why she headed back toward Marley.
Wanting to protect people is why she's still alive at all. She pulls her thumb back out of her mouth with a small, poignant pop. )
I... don't... know, what that involves. ( Helping in other ways. Only protecting. Creating, not just destroying. (She's admittedly hyper specialized in fine-tuned destruction even just as a human being. In turn, doesn't that mean she can also fine-tune protection?) ) But...
( She trails off, grimacing a little. Then she decides to smile. )
I'm willing to learn.