“that’s where you’re wrong, mister. im bold as hell!” crust of pizza is shoved in her mouth, but it doesn’t stop her from talking .. nothing does. “i ain’t scared of the world and its judgment. i only hide who i am from the law.” people like her get locked up with the key thrown away. people like her get poked and prodded with needles. the first signs of someone with supernatural powers, and that someone is a murderer? great representation. if there’s more people out there like her, it’s safer for them if she kept to the shadows.
but of course, she isn’t thinking about them. she’s thinking i don’t care how i got these gifts, and im gonna use them how i please. nobody is gonna stop me. she’s likely to set something on fire while standing right behind a boy in blue.
“i especially ain’t scared of strangers who i know ain’t gonna turn me in. now, you ain’t scared of me, are ya?” red sauce is wiped from the corner of her mouth, eerily resembles something else red and thick.
AND THUS THE PERSONALITY TAKES GRIP ; ---strangers who i know ain’t gonna turn me in, she says, and he, is no run-of-the-mill law-abider, the government knows not of the underground intelligence that takes place to fix what the state has more often than not, wronged, global tragedies are not merely swept under the rug for the kingsman, they are fought with white-hot knuckles and the perseverance of a rabid dog, to them, a person like harry does not exist / invisible to their eyes looking down, from their shared ivory tower. but, but, this phrasing of her words, catches him short. now he’s interested. what exactly has this ‘bold’ girl done? -- and he does not immediately assume the worst, perhaps even the most heinous of crimes have some moral behind them. he stations himself, and observes her manner intently.
“ and why would that be? is the law not fond of you? ( a half-guffaw - they wouldn’t be too fond of me, either. ) let me guess, shoplifting? or, is it more drastic than that? ”
he daren’t presume, even though he already has - he’s not some expensive psychic with tarots up his sleeve - but a droning nagging inside his head told him she was much more a threat than just some BACK ALLEY CROOK. there wasn’t much difference -- he was an agent that believed in the greater good, and sometimes to aim towards that, to save the majority, the objectively bad had to go -- sacrifice for safety / the only difference between him and a murderer would be his morality and his suit. but even then some murderers believe they’re doing good. perhaps, he is one of them.
“ ...no. ( stoic / within, he’s amused by her engulfing sense of self-importance. ) and of course i wouldn’t turn you in. i’ve got nothing to accuse you of - and even then - whatever you do, your cause cannot possibly be selfish. CAN IT? because - if it isn’t... maybe there’d be some horrid scenario in which i’d see light in your doings. ” harry wasn’t an unreasonable man, after all. eyes stay locked. unblinking : what have you done and why, and are you really malicious or are you just... afraid?
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