morbid curiosity affixes stygian gaze with near uncharacteristic attentiveness , light lashes narrowing under an ashen brow , keeping an even expression , as though indicating a semblance of consideration to Chell’s frantic actions . before speaking further , thinned lips purse in near mock amusement , as if to let the other know just how RIDICULOUS she sounds .
❝ you should feel embarrassed i need to clarify this at all . a week ago i was in Aperture , raising my three to - be killing machines & overseeing tests . no bombs were thrown , no turrets sent your way , & i certainly was NOT ripped to pieces . ❞ a laugh resounds , all too human & oddly devoid of its usual dry wit . ❝ ——————— it is funny you need to ask that . you’ve been a raging lunatic since the day i first met you . & for the record , i will never die . ever . even when you are old & wrinkled , i will be here , laughing at how poorly you do on tests . ❞
pity , most likely , comes bereft of mockery , a lone step taken closer . single cold , synthetic finger tilts up test subject’s chin , gaze so full of life , surely infectious with it’s solemn demeanor . GLaDOS almost laughs again at the sight .
❝ now , you really ought to get a hold of yourself . it’s no way for a precious asset of the Aperture Science Enrichment Center to act , especially now that you are the very first official test subject in the Unofficial Aperture Science facility to be built here on ———— wherever this place is . congratulations , by the way . ❞
She frowns at the confusion of the other, her hands which had been bandaged and began to furiously undo the said bandages cuts, burns, and gashes lined her fingers, electrical burns too. She frowned and thrust them out to the other. Before undoing several other half-assed bandages to reveal turret bullet wounds and other sorts of things that would only be from turrets. Or at least that’s the only thing she’s known to spray so many bullets out but almost none find a true mark.
She mumbles angrily before a pause as her face is lifted to look up at the other, tears welling in her eyes, the words despite their horrible meaning are sort of comfort in an odd way. Sniffling a bit she slowly sits up, and quietly reaches over, hugging someone she’s known the majority of her life, and despite all of this, has learned to feel...... something.
‘ I don’t have a portal gun.... I kept it safe... but it vanished on me a few days ago, I don’t know where it.. sniff, went ’
She’s trying to be strong, normally she wouldn’t be this frustrated or angry, nor would she talk so much, she didn’t like talking. All those years in the chambers ruined her vocal cords and everything came out in such a harsh whisper even when meant to be soft.