11-07-2007Corrine knows what people would say to this. This is irresponsible and reckless. Going alone is stupid. Not telling anyone is deceptive
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What little dexterity is left in Amelia's fingers has been concentrated recently on Tetris via her GameBoy Advance. She agreed 'not to hit, maim or otherwise violently attack anyone with it', and she stuck to it, so now she gets to keep it all the time.
She may be reneging on that offer momentarily. "Look what came back."
Corrine knew when she decided to do this that Amelia would look different. The Russian woman is even thinner than before, and far from her usual kept look. Corrine's choking down any guilt from this, reminding herself Amelia's choices weren't her fault. Even if you started it all in the first place.
She leans against the doorway, holding her aura back, keeping her influence away from Amelia. "I'm sorry for what happened to you and whatever part I had in it. And I hope you were listening because that's the second and last time I'm going to say it."
"I didn't ask you for it the first time." Amelia clicks off the game, tossing it to the end of her bed.
"So if you're going to kill me, do so. Unless you're into torture, than I guess you can keep talking." She pulls her hair back, trying to straighten her slouch.
Corrine sighs, trying to hold back the roll of eyes. Beyond the stupidity of doing it in the middle of a hospital, what would that accomplish? Corrine's free, Amelia's in here. Corrine has no reason to wish her harm, but then again the older woman is here because that logic fails her.
"Since April 12th, 2005," she says completely deadpan. "And I can see very clearly what you are. What bearing does it really have? I'd be stupid to think 'demon' is all that defines you."
She doesn't move from her seat, not reacting at all to Amelia standing over her. "You weren't trying to protect him, Amelia. You were trying to control him, simply because you don't feel he's competent enough to live his own life, and you nearly got him killed. All those months, you wanted to 'protect' him from me, but you weren't around enough yourself to even know if I was hanging around him."
Amelia takes half a step back, and then quickly a step forward. That finger still hangs in the air, the arm slackened, her entire demeanor shifting.
"Get out." Her hand snaps back and she contemplates the door for a moment. "No, no, no. I don't care who you are-- what. Inconsequential at this point, isn't it? So silly to be standing behind. No ground."
She shakes her head and points again. "You got a thing or two to learn about standing behind someone, whatever you are. Yeah, after me, all fine, had it coming, didn't I? But what was he? Your collateral damage? Wrong place wrong time? Gimme a fuckin' break, like you really cared, either of you. And God stuck you together 'cause maybe you wouldn't screw up the damn job now with two half-wits between you."
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She may be reneging on that offer momentarily. "Look what came back."
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She leans against the doorway, holding her aura back, keeping her influence away from Amelia. "I'm sorry for what happened to you and whatever part I had in it. And I hope you were listening because that's the second and last time I'm going to say it."
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"So if you're going to kill me, do so. Unless you're into torture, than I guess you can keep talking." She pulls her hair back, trying to straighten her slouch.
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Corrine sighs, trying to hold back the roll of eyes. Beyond the stupidity of doing it in the middle of a hospital, what would that accomplish? Corrine's free, Amelia's in here. Corrine has no reason to wish her harm, but then again the older woman is here because that logic fails her.
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She doesn't move from her seat, not reacting at all to Amelia standing over her. "You weren't trying to protect him, Amelia. You were trying to control him, simply because you don't feel he's competent enough to live his own life, and you nearly got him killed. All those months, you wanted to 'protect' him from me, but you weren't around enough yourself to even know if I was hanging around him."
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"Get out." Her hand snaps back and she contemplates the door for a moment. "No, no, no. I don't care who you are-- what. Inconsequential at this point, isn't it? So silly to be standing behind. No ground."
She shakes her head and points again. "You got a thing or two to learn about standing behind someone, whatever you are. Yeah, after me, all fine, had it coming, didn't I? But what was he? Your collateral damage? Wrong place wrong time? Gimme a fuckin' break, like you really cared, either of you. And God stuck you together 'cause maybe you wouldn't screw up the damn job now with two half-wits between you."
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