shenevermisses | 16th Throw - [ written / action ]

[Written:]

I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]

I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.

I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.

I hate it.

Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.

[Action:

Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.

Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.

All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.

It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]

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[She responds in the same format.

Which is probably a bad thing. Her voice is low and sharp. One thing can be certain -- she is not in a good mood.]

No, I'm really not. I want to fight. I want to kill. That's what I'm good at, and I like doing it. Sitting around here? I don't get to. Fighting with the Malnosso? I do.

Not complicated at all.

[Well that has him taken aback. A moment - he's reminded a little of Silver or Yukio or maybe even Izumo, but the fact is none of them would be that cold. But if he frames it with that in mind, it becomes less shocking and makes him want to kneejerk less]

But like two months ago you were askin' about people's jobs, and I know I've seen or heard you asking all sorts of other things, thinking back. Someone who's just all over killing with nothing else wouldn't even be asking stuff like that, would they?

[They'd be like ... what was his name again? Karaimon, right.]

I'm curious about other worlds. That doesn't mean I don't know what I am. I was trained to fight and to kill, and I was trained to love it.

So, that's what I'll keep doing.

[It's the "like it" which gets him, and he's reminded of his argument with Silver. ...Man]

I don't get that. Who likes killing, anyway? What's there to like about it?

It's power. Knowing you're alive to see another day and they're not. We're trained to enjoy the fight and love the kill. If you can kill them, they can't kill you.

And you're trained for that game thing you were talkin' about, right? The one you lost?

The Hunger Games. Twenty-four go in, one lives to come out.

[That's still so messed up. He grits his teeth for just a moment, before reigning it in. Trained for, games deigned for. He ought to give this girl more chances, right? Try to help her out? Even if everything about this is messed up]

[...So. Let's change the subject]

Oh, right! How'd your wood thing go?

What wood thing?

That... wood thing. With the knife. [...Wait he was spying on her with that video. Maybe it was a secret] Uh, I heard you were trying out a hobby.

That wasn't anyone's business but mine.

And I didn't like it, so I'm done with it.

Aw man, that's too bad. Hopefully you'll find something else you do like soon enough.

I already know what I like to do and what I'm good at. I'll keep doing that.

[...] Right, okay. Makes sense.

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