– “OH, COME OFF IT,” ODETTE SCOFFS, “you don’t know the first thing about me, definitely not how i work.” granted, charon’s definitely seen her at a low point, on a sad and desperate night in need of a distraction. but either way, for someone who claimed to dislike her so much, he’d fallen privy to similar weaknesses. perhaps she’d used him, but he’d used her too. and now, she sort of wanted to forget it ever happened, which was proving challenging while he was standing a few feet away from her.
she glares at him as he makes a mockery of the tragedy that has changed her life forever. there’s anger bubbling up inside of her as he succeeds in pressing on the topic that’s most sensitive to her right now. “don’t joke about that,” she snaps, ire in her voice. “your chances of survival certainly drop every time you act so callously. what are you hoping to gain?” was he trying to upset her for fun or simply out of spite? either way, it was working.
“well, it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been wandering around so recklessly,” she says, “you were out too, it was a risk – a few more minutes and you would’ve been in my position.” she crosses her arms over her chest indignantly, “anyway, i’m not going anywhere.”
❛❛ ————– he'd never looked too long or hard at the people around him. people didn’t stop to admire the stepping stones along the way --- they just passed them by going on one’s merry way. he was a senior on his way out, but there was nothing like a little MURDER to make you reevaluate. he wasn’t as clueless as she wanted to make him out to be and maybe he didn’t know as much as he thought he did, there was a happy middle somewhere. somewhere he’d never dare to meet her on. she’s not some enigma, he wants to tell her they’ve written books about girls like her. there are pamphlets in some office stating the cold hard facts of what she’s going through. GRIEF made people do funny things. so she was acting out. someone might reel her in one day, help her settle down --- but quentin would always be a stain on her existence. she might move on, get married, have kids but these moments ? they’d haunt her forever. what would remind her, he can’t help but wonder. an empty chair at the table ? his favorite song ? funerals always tried to make it a cheery sentiment - the dead are never REALLY GONE, they live on in us - or in odette’s case he’d hang over her shoulder. forever. a lovely REMINDER of the worst night of their lives.
he’s reluctantly silenced. a lazy roll of the eyes and a huff as he becomes much more interested in a far corner, away from her. he looks sour, a slight pout forming reminiscent of a child being told to quit acting out. he wasn’t one to undergo a moral dilemma but her anger makes things clear cut. and how’s he to answer her ? he has NOTHING to gain. it may have had more to do with TAKING. take away a little bit of confidence or security. knock them down a peg. everyone had something you could exploit. hers was an open wound. fresh. it made her an easy target and maybe that made him a little bit of a coward.
setting his sulking aside, he’s eager to move on past her rage, past that touch of shame. a rare feeling. he shifts uncomfortably and his arms cross across his chest, “ GREAT, “ he’s dry and it's clear he’d much rather not speak with her, “ are we to break out a deck of cards then ? get comfortable and wait it out until they’ve grown tired of looking for YOU ? “ there’s good emphasis on that you, in his eyes she’d carry all the blame that night, “ haven’t played 21 QUESTIONS since high school. think of all the FUN things we could do to pass the time. or we go out THERE, test our luck. get back inside. “
