“ Out of curiosity, have you ever thought
about asking questions first and then
shooting? Just food for thought, as I
don’t appreciate holes in my abdomen.“
—Not like the bullet actually injured her when it passed through her figure.
She just felt like being a bit dramatic since the man had shot so quickly.
"Are you satisfied? He’s dead now.” Raw anger surged in Elizabeth’s voice as she fought away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She knew so much now, but what was knowing worth when you were alone? “What am I supposed to do?” Even with all the knowledge unlocked in her mind, she still couldn’t find a place for herself in the world. She was an anomaly. Elizabeth should have ceased to exist along with her counterparts, but she hadn’t, and now she was stuck in a world with no place for her.
Rosalind turns her gaze away from the crystalline oceans set in Elizabeth’s
face, stormy with emotions that the physicist is certain the poor girl has
never felt before Dewitt’s appearance in her life. Briefly, the red head has
some long-buried maternal instinct to reach out and pat Elizabeth’s shoulder,
a sort of gesture that she would hope could bring some solace to the girl, but
it’s cast aside as quickly as it comes. Instead, Rosalind folds her hands in front
of her torso, finally meeting the gaze that threatens to burn her to her very core.
If she wasn’t already technically dead, she’d be concerned that Elizabeth’s glare
would turn her to ash. She was probably right to be concerned about it, though.
“ We never did this to be satisfied. We set
these things in motion to rectify what we
had done to you. My brother’s conscience
weighs heavily on both our back, you see.
However, I cannot tell you what you should
go on to do now simply because you of all
people should know that there really are a
million, million options from which to select. “
“That depends —
Is there anyone to dance with?”
“ I wasn’t aware it was so important to
have a dance partner, my lady. If you’d
like, I suppose I could be your partner
for the time being. After all, the piano
really does play itself rather beautifully. “
I’m sincerely curious as to whether or not people actually make it to Rosalind’s dossier page, or if they give up by page 2—
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