[ It stills her - there's something so private to seeing someone's guts just - spilled out like that. ( Are, there's no difference, maybe some great benefit to being from her end of the Galaxy. There's no doubt he's living, Jack had suppressed the Loaders AI because everyone knew that past a point, they were real, functioning people, just composed a little differently.
But then again, no one particularly cared that end of the border planets, anyway. If you wanted to live, you proved it the way everyone else did: you killed for the right. )
So, sure, she's used to it, but even so, she's learned to tune it out. Because so much violence later, the gluttonous nature of all Pandorans, it had gone past sickening, to so shockingly intimate to someone's insides, all on display like that.
Worse, because she knows what she is, and how she wants to touch. To trace her fingers on the metal skeleton, brush the back of her knuckles to the tubes and wires. Feel the spark and hum of the life in him the way only she could. Feed her power into him.
She musn't do any of that. She keeps her gaze, her stance, respectful as she comes into the room announcing herself with a polite cough. ] Hey, I'm Angel.
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But then again, no one particularly cared that end of the border planets, anyway. If you wanted to live, you proved it the way everyone else did: you killed for the right. )
So, sure, she's used to it, but even so, she's learned to tune it out. Because so much violence later, the gluttonous nature of all Pandorans, it had gone past sickening, to so shockingly intimate to someone's insides, all on display like that.
Worse, because she knows what she is, and how she wants to touch. To trace her fingers on the metal skeleton, brush the back of her knuckles to the tubes and wires. Feel the spark and hum of the life in him the way only she could. Feed her power into him.
She musn't do any of that. She keeps her gaze, her stance, respectful as she comes into the room announcing herself with a polite cough. ] Hey, I'm Angel.