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seidanguard:

The Seidan didn’t deign to respond to the complaint she made while she acceded. After putting the instrument down on the table he stood there, folded his hands behind his back, and waited expectantly.

Hotaru observed the human carefully as she worked with her homebrew technology. He knew where the Special Forces currently were in terms of realm traversing tech so to see such a little device, supposedly made by an individual independent of any sort of government or religious sect, impressed even him. Fingerprint activation.

It didn’t show on his face as the purple light from the portal illuminated sharp features as unenthused as ever. As she stepped towards it and called Hotaru to her, he glanced at the portal generator again, standing there like a projector. He wondered how the portal generator itself traveled, but he didn’t care too much as Seidans had their own way of traversing the realms.

Stepping through, Hotaru was disappointed with, though not surprised by, the disorganization in the room. It was like a studio of some sort, with sensitive equipment lying out just waiting to be stepped on or knocked off a table. Papers everywhere. Looking for something? Who knows where it could be? Might as well collect every single paper in the room and go through the stack each and every time you need to find a report. How about that … (what did humans use … )microchip you soldered ten days ago that you now need to install? What is it buried under?

It wasn’t any sort of physical repulsion, if anything it was pity. If this woman were such a genius that she could, alone, on Earthrealm, improvise a portal generator, with her workspace looking like this, imagine what she’d be capable of if she didn’t spend half of her time trying to find where things were.

But the tech looked impressive. It was different from the Special Forces technology, less manufactured and industrial, but it was clearly engineered solidly. Where did she get her supplies?

“Well?” he said, getting right to the point, making no comment positive or negative about the portal generator or the state of her residence.

As soon as the two made it through the portal, it had dematerialized as if it had never been there at all. Kaidan then stood by a piece that stuck out from the larger generator that stayed within the room, watching and waiting with a routined patience. Within seconds, the smaller generator that was previously in Seido rematerialized and now sat on the piece. The portable generator then lit up before repeating a process of dimming and brightening. It was charging, and once satisfied with the sight the Assassin then turned and walked towards the door of the room. 

Mostly scrap pieces were littered across the floor, some broken and others charred from her many trials of inventing. She barely spared a glance to any it, feet stepping around and over the mess as if it was habit. With as much time as she spent in the room, it would be safe to consider it so.

There was a short flight of stairs that led to the door, and upon reaching it she immediately opened it and turned left to walk down the hallway. Compared to the previously entered room, the rest of the home was both clean and organized. A stark contrast. There were more doors in the hallway that, if opened, would reveal a bedroom and a closet for storage. Kaidan figured that he would be keeping up with her as she moved, and even if he didn’t she wouldn’t be that far away. 

The last, and most opened, room would be a kitchen to the set with a small dining area and a living room to the right. She would veer right, going towards a small table that stood beside a plush chair. A stack of papers rested on it, and she grabbed the first one to read it over. 

“This is it.” Kaidan turned to see where Hotaru was to show the contract to him. “The contractor’s name is Darrius. I was even supposed to meet with him back in your realm once I... Well, you know.” 

Getting arrested instead of successfully killing was not part of the original plan, but there was a new one now. “What shall we do now?”

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kathexismania:

🔥|| There are moments when his demons are stronger than Hanzo Hasashi’s being. The shadows that continue to hold him gently sometimes let go of him to be eternally lost. But Hanzo stands on his calloused and further roughened blueprint, until he would find his way back to his unforgiving darkness. How the land would shudder, while miniature earthquakes and sinkholes form as a mark of his presence. The very makeup of his land crumbling as every inch of his nerve shudders and flares. He all too remembers well how the clock would tick by, as the world would race without his presence, without his permanence and never, ever pausing for a moment for him to conjure walls of earth and armor made of the strongest rock to protect him from the face of danger as he would rupture. Fervent blood turning into mudslides, his own strength turning against his own as quicksand. He’s brittle coal, clay, carbon and calcium, barely held by the threaded vine as the tear at the fragments of his being as he burns and blazes, yet, he also is a bedrock, withstanding the stretch of time, even when he would be corroded enough to be toppled over, forever in the depth of the surging vulnerability.

“I do, why would I fear the nature’s intended course; there is no need to resist the inevitability of the time’s flow. No matter what you are, even those who find in such ascended state over the human flesh and mind are bound to die one way or another, and I will have my ways to rise from the depths of Hell and become another incarnation if I have to.” Most importantly, Hanzo Hasashi had an experience of being a dead man with a dead name; for he showered beneath dizziness which overtook him. He was entirely all too familiar with dizziness with the vertigo of utter depression. With his mind filled with sheer panic, spheres of pin-prick pain would spin in his head and moving up and down his spine. A black curtain swept over him as a warm rush flowed from his nose. Crimson coated the entire expanse of not only his flesh, but onyx tapestryof his severed conscious. How his eyes would be raised from his severed head and frozen eyes. The frigid icicles licking his upper-lip… Ever since Hanzo Hasashi’s death, he would taste sanguine sour on his haunches, even when standing tall like a eroding monolith,

“Why should I bequeath such immense responsibility to a relative stranger who was merely contracted to kill?” He has thought a lot about death recently, the finality of it, the argument ending in mid-air. Obviously the task hadn’t gone finished, why did the other ones go? And why without warning? Even death after long illness is without warning. Even when his intrepid audaciousness had gotten the better of him in the past with his numerous encounters with death, the very moment he had prepared for so carefully took him by storm. How Death reduces any to the baffled logic of a small child. As he was and always has been, he will forgo vigilance and lack of sleep to remain alert. Decay’s following his every step, leaving but a trail of death in his path. In the dead of night he would feel the most comfortable at home as he sits alone in a darkened room. He, the harbinger of doom - not only to himself, but to the others as well - but what he did not know is that he was just an unlucky mortal after all. “Name one more valid reason why I should entrust a hired mercenary’s aid and place my life in further jeopardy when I can very much protect myself and the clan’s endeavor as well.” 🔥||

A moment of silence passes over as she listens intently to his opinion on “nature’s intended course.” How fascinating people and their vocalized thoughts can be, and he proves to be no exception to that. The fear of death fails to grab onto her with its clawed grasp, and of all the matters that she is acutely aware of, her own mortality remains high on that list. Mortality strikes a chord within most, especially those with the faint of heart, but the life of a blade-for-hire mercenary has long since dulled that response from her. Death is as familiar to her as breathing in oxygen. Only once has it ever shook her to her bones; when she had her very first dance. It was not the only time, but every other life threatening event after has hardly affected her the same. Attempts become expected with such a life, and in turn dying grows more lackluster than before. Kaidan knows that it is inevitable as the well of her luck drains more with each opportune getaway, but for now she chooses to dwell on her current state. Air fills her lungs and blood flows through her veins, a sure sign that despite everything she is alive. She knows that it is more that can be said for others...

“If I was so untrustworthy, I would not be asking to do this. Mercenaries also value earning their koin, to which I’m not asking you for any.” There was nothing for her to gain in protecting him, yet a part of her insisted on offering to help. She wasn’t bloodthirsty and seeking the thrill of kill, nor was she after riches ( in the moment ). It could be said that getting on the good side of the clan and himself is incentive enough, though her self-made loneliness left no desire for any sort of company of others. This was simply a remnant of another side of the assassin, one that had been long forgotten and forcibly torn away. It laid deep in her subconscious, almost akin to an instinct that she would not - and could not - stray away from even if she so desired to. Hardly ever did this side of her show itself, but when it did, it was like a siren’s song that she could not block out nor turn away from.

“I am also not saying you cannot protect yourself and your clan, but merely suggesting the idea that it wouldn’t harm you to have some more help. The worst that could happen is that I could end up dying either by your hand, or for you. Either of those instances I doubt you would lose any more sleep over.” That was one read she had on him, though more drawing from the clues of their current circumstance. Many others would usually be asleep at these late hours of the night, even she was usually a part of that group, yet there was an acceptance of losing sleep that seemed to cling to him. “I’m not asking for any trust, nor am I asking for a reward. I would just like to help if I am able.”

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“A HOPEFUL PESSIMIST beneath the eyes of the unforgiving and merciless stretch of time,” the memories of such exquisite contentment leaves him, like the desiccation of the late fall leaves of the Fire Gardens as a faint smile dons, then quickly dissipates against the ONSLAUGHT of his hypnotizing recollections. “I have become indestructible, because I have built a home in my heart and I keep trying to burn it down, but I keep HOLDING ON, because I believe in a prospect of a better future, despite all of my TREPIDATIONS and STRUGGLES.” 

“Until I breath my last breathe, I will continue to renew my faith towards this life, amongst all that has the PERPETUATION and POTENTIAL FOR REDEMPTION. The concept of evil isn’t something unconquerable and unbreakable. Even the rods of steel could be shaven down to thin needles with one’s determination and willpower.” 

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🔥|| The assassin that stands before him is no novelty; just one of those passing fools who relishes in the rapacity of rogues seeking greater profit from where the currency flows. She’s no better than a hired thug that serve the Black Dragon, which he would exterminate without ever batting an eye if such opportune time comes. The Cyber Initiative had met the decisive finality of its demise beneath the full scope of his power, beneath all the suspended mayhem as the harrowing grotesqueness of malignant mutilation and moral turpitude had manifested into a rapid-spreading plague of quintessential corruption. “I applaud you for having some common sense, for my wrath could be rather remorselessly indifferent to the outcome when I have been rather surreptitiously ambushed, yet I still find you to be a loathsome fool who serve as a renegade against humanity by following greed. For you are nothing, but a mercenary who had allowed greed to overtake your principles.” Even the ocean floor would rip and the abyss would show through with his heightened senses; ever since the macabre air settling into the expanse of Shirai Ryu’s trenchant and mystical Fire Gardens, Hanzo’s mind had been unsettlingly aware of his own heartbeat, and the milieu around him.

Beneath the balanced tranquility of his meditation, he would even hear silent bones and flesh creeping into the darkness, as shadows continue to dance in the background. It may be his insomnia-induced trance, but his sharp intuition would always open the glinting edge of his sharp katana and the predatorial sixth sense to breach the miasmic fog that would continue to thicken, looming over the precipice of is conscious. The unbearable ennui sets in; so does rising magma of his anger, manifesting through the skin and muscles and bones, through his joints and eyes as the thunder’s pop electrifies him whole. As the true economy of the world had been instilled likepreinstalled software - predator and prey. If ever the world were to run out of prey, the economy would collapse. Or he could be torn, struck down by heaps of mercilessness, of its unbearable, unsuited will raining down, causing him to require stitches over his heart. And he would be utterly lost in a world, once again, where his entirety couldn’t fathom all the broken constellationssprinkled across the midnight sky. After all, Shirai Ryu embrace danger and Hanzo Hasashi has never felt so confident about being unsure who this bloody contract is; he would never feel so bold, so vivaciously alive when he blindly plunged headfirst into a pool of reckless abandon.Would he meet an inevitability of mortality then? He doubts it as the breeze tickles his closed eyelids that hides his inner soul.

“Unless one bears the familiar emblem of the Lin Kuei and are of the Special Forces, one will end up as a scattering heap of charcoal ash beneath my hellfire,” The revelatory reckoning of his statement is enough, and this is the beginning of the exodus of his words. Hanzo will always choose faith over sleep, as he boisters the haunting darkness hiding places in his head. He would crack open that divine ravine within the heavens, as his searching light moulds perfectly into the crescent moon shape of his cerebral cortex. The realization dawns on him that light could be misplaced, forgotten, questioned, and even shunned but it can never run out when itsperennial source becomes the Shirai Ryu. “How frail one’s supposed intrepidity becomes when one is so fragile to let the trembling thing throb harshly in attempt to defeat me. I doubt that they will ever ride the rough waters, for I will be there to sink them with no one to save them.” 🔥||

Common sense, morals, it could be said that she may have neither. Death driven by greed has made her callous, but it was never the only reason. Thirteen years of rebuilding a damaged and empty psyche alone hardly left room for anything else. Still, remnants of something more understanding and careful lingered in the far away chasms of her thoughts to rise spontaneously like air bubbles in calm waters. The connection between heart and mind was a frayed wire, only sparking to life at random times to show that she wasn’t truly heartless. Brainless was a better excuse, and one that she would wholeheartedly agree with. Despite as knowledgeable and sagacious was the read she sensed from the other, he knew nothing about her. How could he, or anyone for that matter, when she knew nothing of herself. So she stood, almost eerily silent, with a viridescent stare that was fixed on him as he spoke. Worse, more vile things have been spat at her, so she lets the words bounce off like bullets to armor. 

“You welcome death.” It should have been a question, but her tone states it as a revelation. He sounds so sure to be the one prevailing, and she has no reason to hold a doubt except that life works in mysterious ways especially when one least expects it. There’s a similarity she sees, but because of his earlier spiel she decides against voicing it. Death is something they both seem to attract, and while he seems content letting it come to him first, Kaidan knows she works in the opposite way. There would be too much at stake to let any enemy find and attack her, so she makes it a point to use stealth to hit when least expected. Bold and brash is not how she dives into the waters that are her problems, but instead chooses the quiet and covert way. It’s why she had previously suggested the solution of snuffing of the flames of his enemies before they could even attempt to do the same to him. Still, she would be lying if the welcoming trap of a plan that he seemed to have didn’t leave her curious. How exactly would such an exchange go? 

For once, she looks away from him to instead take in the surroundings. The area is thought to be prime not only with an abundance of places to shroud oneself especially with the blanket of darkness thanks to nightfall, but also rich with beauty. For any conflict, even one that would end in the other’s favor, to take place on these lands would be a devastation. It seems to be inevitable considering there are others who want him dead. For now, there’s not another soul lingering around the garden except for the two of them. Things remain quiet aside from their conversation accompanied by the ambient sounds of nighttime. It may be a good sign now, but it doesn’t mean one should get careless and relax. “Would you be against having another to help you sink them? Even just another watchful pair of eyes would prove useful.” 

Absentmindedly weighing the now rolled contract in her hand, Kaidan glanced down to briefly study it. “Regardless, I think you should take this contract. It’ll prove more useful to you than it will as a pile of ash to me.”

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nicknames: Cryp/Cryptid

zodiac: Virgo

height: 5′6″ 

time: 10:54am

favorite band / artist: doja cat, yung gravy, breaking benjamin, theory of a deadman, johnny cash, marty robbins, toto, frank sinatra, & so many more due to my vast taste in music

song stuck in my head: Yellow Hearts - Ant Saunders

last movie i saw: Hocus Pocus

last thing i googled: the copy & paste for the green heart emoji

other blogs: My personal: @issacryptid, main OC blog @miss-moreno​, cowboy OC who thinks he’s Death personified @deathfcllcws, and finally a Fallout OC multimuse blog @atcmbcmbs​

why did i choose this username: Because Kaidan’s amnesia is a type called “retrograde amnesia” and her occupation is assassin so I just combined the two

following: 129

average amount of sleep: anywhere from 5 to 9 depending on if i have classes or not

what i’m wearing: a very torn loved t-shirt and some shorts

dream job: animator or a herpetologist 

dream trip: anywhere out of this state, tennessee was nice and I’d go there again, but I also wouldn’t mind going west to nevada or california or north to canada or even out to hawaii

favorite food: hibachi 

play any instruments: i used to play piano but i don’t think i can anymore :((

eye color: green

hair color: brown

languages you speak: english and i have a vague remembrance of 2 years of spanish from highschool

most iconic song: Like A Girl - Lizzo it’s just very empowering? and upbeat?? i love it

random fact: this is kind of creepy but like I wholeheartedly believe I once heard a voice tell me “don’t look” as I was trying to fall asleep one night. i’ve also heard my hedgehog’s wheel creak numerous times before during the past year that she’s been deceased and said wheel has been gone. i’m not saying i’m a medium or anything but like that’s?? weird???

describe yourself as aesthetic things: palmetto trees, succulents, jean jacket, enamel pins, sketchbooks, old music, snakes, skulls & bones, the jingle of keys, fair lights at night, & a pink & orange sunset

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GOTHIC LITERATURE.

bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls.  pearl trimmed bands.  indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.  dark imaginations.  something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away.  glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.  preying on the weak.  the power to both bring and take life.

ii.   THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY.   old bookshelves.  kisses on the hand.  devotion to the finer things in life.  prizing youth and beauty above all.  paying the ultimate price.  the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor.  breaking the heart of the one you love.  losing what’s left of your humanity.

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN.   frantic sketches.  the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods.  candles burning out.  dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves.  the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions.  prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

iv.   THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO.   false accusations.  taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses.  the solitude of the ocean.  an ever-changing identity.  dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

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tag yourself: aesthetic french words

angélique (reminiscent of an angel); has a sweet tooth, always encouraging words, believes in soulmates, sends u pictures of things you remind them of, likes pretty things

écarlate (scarlet, bright red); bold colors, loud laugh, has a lot of friends, takes pride in being unapologetically themselves, deep conversations about the universe, will murder any man

envoûtant (captivating, bewitching); trusts fate, listens to ballads in the middle of the night, often the center of attention, scented candles as the best self care, moodswings

effleurer (to lightly brush against); gives the best hugs, makes playlists when they’re sad, brushes off compliments, the mom friend, has probably watched all the ghibli movies

nébuleux (dark and fathomless); comes off as intimidating, loves astrology, dark aes, difficult to truly get to know, probably has some tragic backstory you’ll never unlock, pics of the sky

éphémère (which does not last); can’t ever make up their mind, 3432 unanswered messages on their phone, listens to a lot of different music, always longing for something

murmure (soft-spoken words); loves the moon, soft spoken, hates arguments but will straight up murder for their friends, the person everyone confides their fears & secrets to

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She tastes of teeth. Of warm milk. Of bones. Of cherubim dirt. Of cracked porcelain.

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Hozier — Wasteland, Baby!  Album   {Sentence Starters}

“You do it naturally.”

“I will be there, love.”

“You are unbreaking.”

“Be still my foolish heart.”

“Oh, your love is sunlight.”

“Be as you’ve always been.”

“Oh, but you’re good to me.”

“Imagine being loved by me…”

“But who could call you wrong?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“I’m in love… I’m in love with you.”

“But, your secret is safe with me.”

“Where I’ll wake up, I don’t know.”

“It’s not the waking, it’s the rising.”

“And when you move, I’m moved.”

“How long you would wait for me?”

“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you.”

“Let’s get lost and let the good times roll.”

“I could never define all that you are to me.”

“There’s no plan. There’s no race to be run.”

“I think about you, though, everywhere I go.”

“All of that goodness is going with you, now.”

“That’s how I know now that you understand.”

“That’s the kinda love I’ve been dreaming of.”

“The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun.”

“I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint.”

“Honey, the look of it was as sweet as the sound.”

“Power has been cried by those stronger than me.”

“Who could ask you be unbroken or be brave again?“

“I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love.”

“'Cause power is my love when my love reaches to me.”

“Whatever here, that’s left of me, is yours just as it was.”

“Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free.”

“I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave.”

“I’ve done everything and I’ve been everywhere, you know.”

“And who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again?”

“We could have less to worry about, honey, I won’t lie to you.”

“I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind, now, all the things we could do.”

“Let there be damage ensued, and tabloid news, and that kind of love.”

“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted… ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it, now.”

“All the fear and fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl.”

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kathexismania:

🔥|| He has learned sometimes silence is the only answer that makes sense; no, more than often times, the windows of his soul and the hand that used to hold his warm turns into the sharpest weapon he could conjure, enough to cut to bone and anything beyond as the gentle kindle of his flames set sail, erupt like the hoisted sail and leave everything before him in a charred incineration. The milieu of his personal quarters thicken, and he could feel his sweat cling his kneeled form to plaster against the tatami mat below. The air hung with ominous black satin, embroidered with tears of pearl, which remain unshed, unspilled against his iridescent milky gaze. At the room’s four corners are funerary urns and bowls which emit slumbrous, pungent fumes of incense; a familiarity upon Hanzo’s psyche, for he’s been scandalously intimate, and even experienced a handful of times in the most excruciating, gruesome matter.The splintering bones, the long, faded conscious as empty sputter of his artery intermittently exsanguinated what was left of him, until every last drop had been tracing the lifeless stretch of limp appendages.

His expansive back still remains turned, away from the intruder’s gaze; his demeanorunperturbed, unfaltering, almost unbreakable, lest his adamantine bones feeling the surge of electric shock along the length of his ramrod spine. Hanzo’s learned to remain ever-still, even in the whirling maelstrom of surging wrath, threatening to exacerbate the perpetual pain that would come more like pattering raindrops and he would feel each of them as every cell would scream. How it claims every inch of him, how it spreads and bounds him helpless and powerless, shackled and exposed as if he’d been captivated by the slices in the air. “You speak wisdom, for my incinerating hellfire knows no mercy upon those undeserved,” the primal assaultwould render any being, even demi-gods and Titans alike, into the rubble of heaping bones and charcoal dust beneath the tendrils of canine teeth.

There had been numerous attempts at his life, but every single one has gone thwarted; death may still haunt him like the bitter taste of dark chocolate staining his teeth, and he will never forget such sumptuous taste once he gets to be a connoisseur of such exquisiteness. “You insist your business is that of good will, yet, I cannot shake the intuition off that you would be familiar with this contractor who wishes me dead,” the predatory, animalistic glint in his dark amber eyes remain, his language untarnished, his intentions crystal-clear. “How presumptuous of you to assume my flames would be rendered naught so easily. Crawl back to this creator and tell him or her my life isn’t something one can hold as a marionette and be toyed around with. What did you expect to hear from me?” He’s already been rend open with expectations of his old wounds opening up, already ripped apart as adrenaline sparks, manifesting into lightning strike in his veins. 🔥||

“If I presumed such a foolish thought, then I would be equally as ill-advised to make such an attempt on your life. Here I stand, yet I make no attempt.”

While a majority of her mind was like a puzzle with too many missing pieces, she still retained enough to make intelligent and conscious decisions. Despite also turning to a life of crime and taking up paid contracts to kill for people too afraid, lazy, or conceited to do it themselves, she was far from being desperate enough to take such risky chances with certain contracts. The copious amount of ashes that she had to regularly clean from the hearth of her fireplace was proof enough of just how many contracts she received, yet not accepted and fulfilled. What was the assassin’s moral code exactly? It was most akin to a fast spinning roulette wheel that was abruptly stopped whenever decisions were made. She never made her image to be a ruthless one, only doing what she felt was necessary to survive when there was little to no guidance to rely on. Every move and thought was acted upon instinct, though over time Kaidan learned through trial and error what to think twice about. This proved to be one of those times to think twice.

“I know.” The words were that of agreement, not cockiness. She already had one miracle in her life, despite it being unbeknownst to her. Another attempt on her life would not end in her favor again, especially not with something as formidable as hellfire. Could this be akin to a destiny that she survived to now choose to warn him of a dangerous fate? The what-if’s in her mind hounded on that very thought, a million different reasons, scenarios, and outcomes playing through her mind like a film. The calculated conscience debunked every single one of those ideas. She was simply here because she wanted to live and not die over someone else’s petty quarrel with the man before her. While usually Kaidan had no problem with getting her hands dirty and stained in crimson, again her rationale side had decided that it was not worth it. There was no ulterior motive to this, and earning good points with Hanzo was certainly no benefit to her. As greedy as it may sound, only koin motivated her when it was worth fighting and killing for.

This contractor, like many others, was spineless. Not one to fight bravely in their own conflict regardless whether they win or lose, and surely this meant that such a person should be dealt with. Had their roles in this twisted event of morals been reversed, she was sure that she would have at least gone and left the creator with a promise of something far worse than words if he dared to make yet another attempt on her life. Perhaps that was too callous, too cold, in both the eyes and decision making of others, but it was still an option that remained. A need to voice this option arose as she tentatively lowered her hands and tilted her head to show every inquisitive fiber of her being. “You do know that, if not me, someone else less tactical will surely be sent to try their hand in exterminating you. Why bother with such insolent beings and their attempts when you can stop this plague at its source?”