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CONTINUED FROM :: 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈
Happiness. It’s not that foreign a concept for the gunslinger. Not really. She had known it in fleeting moments– a long time before this CURSED planet. There are brief thoughts of her sister, a smiling face before the sun had set on her life far too soon. A flash of Nisha standing VICTORIOUS in cage fights, dripping blood that was a mixture of her own and her defeated opponent. The first time Scarlet had laid a hand on her heart, and told her they would see the universe. The sight of Pandora from the JAKOB’S shuttle that had dropped her into this hellscape with a promise of REVENGE. She even had a reserved a few kind memories of Jack, stuttering over his first few attempts to flirt with her and the HOPEFUL look in his eyes when she had SMILED in spite of herself.
All of those? They’re GONE, fallen to dust in her hands and blowing through the cosmos as she dredged on through a slowly darkening future. In that darkness? She had found one final moment that sparked warmth in her cold heart; an ember that struggled to stay lit in the harsh environment it had been bore. Athena. A shield between certain death, and the Vault Hunters that would have torn her pieces. A friendly face in a sea of death and loss. A reason to keep moving against impossible odds. To SURVIVE as she always had.
Nisha moves forward in a slow approach, boots crushing into the gravel until she’s at the gladiators side and reaching for her. The robotic hand is COLD, but it’s tender in the way it scoops the gladiator closer by the small of her back. A brief glance is given to their surroundings, ensuring their safety, before Nisha leans in to press their forehead together, golden eyes GLOWING softly and the plates of those cybernetics swirling as they drunk in the woman before her.
“I dunnu about that,” She mused out softly, never ignorant of her choices in the past and her less then honorable actions. Does she DESERVE this happiness? No, never. Not with the people she’s tormented, killed, and the happiness she’s destroyed for others. Those thoughts are set aside, and Nisha continues before she looses the nerve to say what’s on her mind. “Ya’ give me something I an’t had in a long time-- and I just, I wanted you to know I’m grateful for that.” A pause, and adds softly. “For you. For this.” For us.
