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“Whatever topsider…” He shook his head, his face impassive in the light of her stony expression. “Unless it’s magic in that bag or a cloned back-up sister–what you tried to die for won’t "keep him alive”. There are a lot of ways to “die” not just the ones that end in bloodshed, infection or come from violence.“
He would know–he’d been dying inside of a broken heart all alone for the last seven years. "What do you think it would have done to him if you didn’t come back? Cause you wouldn’t have little Bandit Queen. I’m not an empathetic do-gooder, but I’m no slouch in the survival department either. If I hadn’t found you–you’d be dead now. Just another corpse for the rats…”
Realizing he’d said too much and was–shit–giving a damn again, CNU fell silent once more and busied himself with the water tank. Stop it! You don’t know her and even if you did she isn’t noona. Of all the places to come crashing down into, why’d she have to fall into HIS house. He didn’t want to care, or help or anything else. He just wanted to be alone in the darkness of his tunnel. “Forget it. Bedtime for you Bandit Queenie. If you got your wits enough to get pissed at me then that rock on your head probably didn’t scramble your brain too badly. Yet. So sleep now–I’ll keep watch.”
Not like he slept much anyway.
He had no idea what he was going to do with her though. He didn’t get emergency triage worthy visitors everyday–or any damn day honestly. Still. she wasn’t in any condition to be moving about–she could lie all she wanted to her brother, but CNU knew she was still going to need at least forty-eight hours to recover. He’d feel better about her chances once she got some color back in her cheeks. He was pale be cause of lifestyle, her pastiness was definitely coming from having her screws almost knocked lose. He’d keep her warm and still until her color looked more topsider like again.
Then she had to go…
Another corpse? Not like his projecting had been very subtle, but that sold it. This wasn’t about her at all, she knew that. She believed him, wholeheartedly, when he called himself no empathetic do-gooder, she did, and the only reason he was freaking out like this all of sudden was because of something completely unrelated to her. Obviously, whatever it was, had something to do with family -- perhaps a sister he lost? His mother? Whatever it was, it suited her just fine, because it obviously made him feel like he had to take care of her. However long that would last, but for now, it suited her.
She knew this was a dangerous trip, but he was wrong, the contest of her bag were very much worth it. She’d just have the be smarter next time. If he hadn’t shown up, she would’ve found another way. She would’ve returned to Joongki, she knew that, with her whole heart, with everything that she was. She would never leave Joongki.
“Whatever, Mole-boy,” she griped, because she couldn’t be bothered arguing this useless point to him. He wasn’t the was she had to account herself to.
So she lowered herself until she was in the most comfortable position she could and tried to get some sleep, because there just wasn’t anything else to do now.









