@eva-livingston
it wasn’t news that eve had been different since she’d been handed back by the society. she wasn’t herself. some of her nerve persisted, her fighting spirit. she wanted to be anywhere but where she was. she wanted to be helping people, helping her friends. she was no use to anyone as she was now, sitting in the lab and away from the action. the villains made sure of that.
they left her with a collar around her neck, keeping her restrained even after she was freed. it was a smart tactic. make sure she couldn’t retaliate, that she wouldn’t push back against their advances and terror. it made sure that, for the time being, eve was no threat. she was powerless. one wrong move would be the end of her and she was sure, without a doubt in her mind, that they knew what they were doing by sending her back in these conditions.
she wasn’t safe. her freedom amounted to little when it was controlled. she couldn’t stand the thought of baring it any longer, but she wasn’t blind to what it could mean for her if this went wrong. she just hoped all of it wouldn’t have been for nothing. not after everything people sacrificed for her. “eva?” she asked, looking up at her aunt; her fear wasn’t masked, but simply worn on her sleeve. “my mother’s not here, we don’t have to keep acting like everything’s going to be fine. we both know what’s going to happen to me if this doesn’t work.”