Rare, it was, for her to disobey orders or cause mischief. Though, she was not in the state of mind to organize her thoughts, her motives, her reasons for being so bold as to wander out on her own. A lingering stubbornness alit, she yearned to move like she could before. While in her mind, she hadn't forgotten her techniques, the way she brandished a blade in her hands... she no longer had the strength necessary to complete what she used to consider mere child's play. To be tossed back to the beginning was frustrating. She had worked so hard to attain her skill... all for naught. Her knees knocked and quaked with the frailty of a baby bird-- it made her feel so small, so helpless. And she oftentimes wondered what the point was, for her to continue existing after having lost her purpose.
Lost. Did she truly think that leaving her room would give her the answers she required? Laughable, really. Her eyebrows knitted together, mild expression suggesting deep thought as she listened to him speak. Every syllable was pronounced properly, his intent was very much to the point and illustrated with his words, coupled with his expression. The glare of his red eyes, those that matched her own... they could not be combatted with. She knew it would be useless to fight back. She hadn't much a will to fight anymore. Not in her current state. Her ears felt as though they'd been stuffed with cotton, his words blurring together in her mind. She gave the tip of her chin, a firm nod of understanding. At the very least, she knew that he intended to take her back to her quarters.
"Forgive me for my carelessness. I... wasn't thinking clearly."
"You... intend to take me back." Her voice was small, but firm and understanding as well. Pressing her feet in her cushioned slippers, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, testing her balance and attempting to fixate her nerves elsewhere. "Very well, then."
A moment passed. The longer she stood still, the more her muscles ached for relief. Admittedly, she was wrong. To venture outside the four walls of her recovery cell was a silly, childish idea. However, the silence was unbearable. She could hear herself think. Exploring the depths of her own mind, her motives, the wrongdoings of her past self. It was dangerous. Her memories and nightmares were even worse. He rightly assumed that she was one of the survivors-- for a brief moment, she wondered if he held a grudge over her. It was unthinkable that their classmates would be as generous as to try and save them, after everything they'd done. The murders committed, the riots started in the streets. To put so much faith and hope in change, in moving forward... It was bold, maybe even foolish.
At the same time, Peko didn't want to take this second chance for granted. Very rarely was she granted generosity-- especially without an expense to herself. In a world that'd shown her very little kindness and light, a chance like this needed to be treasured. Thus, her classmates... those who contributed to these efforts, needed to be treated with the utmost amount of respect. Thus, she waited patiently for his lead without raising objection.
"May... I ask you for your name?"
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turnnoffyourmind
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
theartofmadeline
