Fragile

[When Vie speaks, her voice is quiet, words more to herself than anyone else. In the background a man's voice, or rather that of a pumpkin, pleads with her to kill him.]

You look the part, but you are not him.

[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]

In asking for death, you dishonor him. I'll not have his blood on my hands a second time.

[That's right Vie. You tell that pumpkin. :|b

She stands, breathes a sigh and this time, directly addresses those in the Keep.]

How is it that they know who matters? Perhaps this is a punishment. The past dragged forward to remind us of what we've lost or where we've failed.

[A beat. Vie starts her way away from the pumpkin, choosing to turn away from the carved face of her fallen master rather than give in to it's plea.]

Stay out of my head, Deior.

[The book snaps shut, thus putting an end to her entry.]

Jak. I did not kill your comrade.

I am however, responsible for the fall of another. His death was a discussion that rapidly dissolved into an arguement. I did not intend to kill him. There were hostile actions from both sides, but it was his hands around my throat and my being unable to react otherwise that drew it to an end.

While not my intention, I am still responsible. This I do not deny.

Regardless of this, I must add. Should harm come to a friend of mine again, I will not hesitate to defend them. Consider this a second warning, Tony.

Everyone else, if you've a question, now is the time to ask it.

[She makes no mention of the smell, the breasts on the walls, the arms that reach for her, the lack of sleep, the heat or the fact that she's refusing to eat or drink what's provided, for now at least.]


(ooc: I really wanted to finish this with "I AM BATMAN" or "I AM TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT!!" but YEAH.)