Of course Avi had heard about the Violet Messengers. She was fairly active in Citizen Uprising, and it was hard not to know about the offshoot group that usually went too far. As punk as she was, Avi still struggled to cross the line into the Violet Messengers, even when she herself had to admit that they got more results.
They were struggling to find the words. How did you know if you had it coming? What if that included them one day? They didn't like thinking about that.
"Bad people," well, it was better than nothing. "You.... don't just kill anyone." It was like she was just parroting back what Amara had told her, but she felt like her brain was sludge. "But not... just because they won't... join the Messengers... right?" Reeling, Avi suddenly had a fearful thought that Amara had been trying to recruit her, and if it didn't go the way she wanted, Avi would be disposed of. "How - it doesn't bother you?"
"Whole point of me doin' this shit is so others don't have to, love," Amara stepped forward, wanting to reach out, wanting Avi to at least understand that. Understand that getting others to join the Messengers is literally the last thing she'd ever use her skills for.
"Get my hands dirty so others getta stay clean. So others don't have t'go through any of that fucked up shit."
She sighed, shrugging at the other question. It was becoming easier and easier to talk again. It hurt to admit all of it, sure. But she couldn't just fucking lie or keep quiet now either.
"Of course it bothers me," she answered in a mutter. "I'm a monster who's good for one thing only. World's better off moment my face catches a bullet."




















