Mordecai had watched the entire scene play out in both abject horror and interest. He'd known Sammy from a young age, when she knew nothing more than kicking rocks off the edge of Sanctuary or stealing credits to play more songs on Moxxi's jukebox. To see the young woman now, floating above a crimson field of dead bodies... It made all of those memories feel like a hallucination.
He'd been radioing for backup, anyone who could come and calm the situation down. Moxxi seemed like a good choice, but he couldn't be sure if Sammy would just burn her to the ground. And, in his hestiation, the others had had to pay the price.
Then he saw her approach Talon, arm outstretched. He'd already lost one bird to an asshole; he wasn't going to lose another to someone he cared about. He flinched his shot to the left at the last second so that it wouldn't take any of her fingers off.
"Been here all along, Sammy. Like I always been. Never been one t'let you down, have I?" he replied through gritted teeth, the sweat running down the back of his neck. He was getting too fucking old for this.
"Your ma ain't gotta learn nothin' y'don't want me to tell her. Ya wanna share what's up, why killin' everyone's the best idea you got right now?"
Firefly, in her delirium, would've laughed at the situation she was in. She hadn't seen Mordecai in years, not since she'd bailed from the Crimson Raiders, not since she'd watched him writhe on a medical cot adorned in flowers, not since she'd…the smell of burnt flesh stoked her awareness back to the forefront. This had to have been a hallucination, nobody had called her Sammy in years.
"Nah, y'never let me down, but can't help noticin' ya always know when to show up at the worst moment." She played along, goodness knows the eridium swirling in her bloodstream would let this poor mimicry only last so long. Why not give into it and let off a bit of steam? Not the kind sizzling off her fingertips, of course.
She scanned the bodies around her, the tips of her toes barely keeping her anchored as she dreamily eyed the charred bodies. She reached down and started rooting through the pockets of the nearest one, hardly eyeing Mordecai. It's not like he could've done anything, none of this was real, afterall.
"What, this? This is all just…a dream, they ain't real, you ain't real, hell, yer pretty birdy might as well just be some rakk come fer a little snack. Ain't that right, little buddy?" She turned towards Talon, who still warbled menacingly from his perch.
"Plus, even if they was real, they'da still tried to kill me. An Godqueen needs her quota. Gotta fill it somehow." She slurred, pocketing ammo, guns, little personal momentos, anything that would prove she'd been out hunting.
"Doubt yer even real either, cause if ya were, y'wouldn't been so dumb to come here, Mordy." She snorted at that, what a ridiculous situation she found herself in.
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