On the Outside (Closed)

[Azura]

She shook her head slightly. "No, I remember life before I was turned into Experiment One Five One One. I remember when I first came here, how scared I was, before Father found me and took me in. I remember how I used to beg him not to make me take the shots anymore, but he always said, that one day I would understand that they were to make me strong, to make me special, so that nobody could ever hurt me again." Granted, she had never known what he meant by that, she had just assumed that he was right. After all, he was the one who had raised her...he was the one who had looked after her.

Now, well now she knew that things were not what they had seemed with the man, and after he had betrayed her trust that night, she had never been able to forgive him. But that did not change that as a child, she had believed everything he said. A little sigh passing her lips as she shrugged and curled up a bit more. Her body still ached from the two deaths she had sustained in just under twenty four hours, but she was sure that she would manage just the same. She just needed to rest.

Though when he began to speak about his memory that had come to him she would open her eyes and look up at him with a bit of confusion and concern. She wasn't sure what his memory was about, but she supposed it was from when he was a child. That alone made her think that his concerns about killing them were false, well that and the fact that he said he was holding the woman's hand. "I do not believe you killed them Legion. I believe perhaps that they were your parents, perhaps somebody else charged with caring for you...but I do not think that you would be holding the hand of the woman you had just murdered." She shrugged once more, tongue brushing over her lips as she shifted to pull away from him.

She needed to get up, move around a bit, perhaps change clothes since these too were stained in blood. Not to mention it would probably do her muscles some good to have some use once more. So, with a little whimper, she would force herself to stand, stumbling a bit as she did so, since her body was still very weak and very much in pain....the process of Resurrection not exactly an easy one.

[Legion]

Legion listened to her story intently, thinking it over. He figured that as a child, not understanding much, it would be more terrifying. Especially if it was similar to what the doctors did to them on a fairly regular basis back when she was a child. Then again, he couldn't remember being a child so he could really only guess. But he knew that he hated what the doctors did to him. He couldn't imagine that a child would like it anymore then he did. And angered him to no extent that they had done this to her. More so then him, even though aside from her he was rather selfish. It angered him that they would hurt her, lie to her like that because she was his angel. Wishing death on all those who were involved in her transformation, though now he was more intelligent. He wouldn't be making any vows anytime soon.

As she shrugged and curled up a bit more Legion would simply stroke her hair softly, brushing it back behind her ears. He knew that she was tired, he could feel it. She was coming out of this death slower, far slower then was normal. His guess that it had something to with dying twice in a day, that or the fact that he killed her, maybe there was something special about that because after all he didn't die when he killed her. Or perhaps it was a bit of both. Who knew? Right now all he really wanted to do was make sure that she was okay. Make her transition as smooth as he possibly could.

When she answered him, he shrugged. He had to admit that she had a point. Why would he be holding the hand of someone he murdered? That wasn't what he did now, why would he do it then? Then again he had been another person. And before Kazumi Patrick was supposed to be bad right? But like she had said, he was only a child. Could he really do that to two grown people? Seemed unfeasible. He would shrug, "Maybe it was just the guilt I was feeling from killing you."

As she pulled away from him he'd watch her struggle to her feel. Slowly making his way to do the same, feeling rather stiff himself. Slowly stretching his hands over his head. Sharing the same sentiment as her, wanting to get changed, maybe shower as well, because he still had the same blood from last night on him, in addition to the blood from when he killed her. And so he'd move to get a pair of clothes before making his way to the shower. That and he needed to think about everything going on still...

[Azura]

Azura would return to her room, shutting the door behind her and moving to grab another gown from her bag. She had plenty, that was not a problem, and though it had hurt both emotionally and physically to be killed by him, she understood it and was able to forgive. No, she was just tired at this point, and it showed in the way that she drug herself forward toward the bathroom...her feet dragging and shuffling along the floor as she staggered into the other room, catching herself in the doorway and resting there for a moment.

Then, once inside, she would shut the bathroom door, and go about taking yet another long, hot shower. One that took just as long, if not longer than the one previously...her mind wandering over various things, not only from this night, but from school, nights before, her entire life. She had so many things to think about, so many things to take into consideration when debating upon her feelings. She knew how she felt when she was near him, and she knew how she felt when she was not...very conflicting emotions...and ones that she didn't fully understand.

About an hour later, when all the hot water had run out, she would emerge from the shower, drying herself off and then slipping a fresh, flowing white gown on, and watching as it pooled upon the floor at her feet. Still, she felt so incredibly weak, and by the time she had managed to hang her towel up and open the bathroom door, all she could think to do was make it to the bed and curl up....Which, is pretty much what she did...

Slowly dragging herself toward the bed, she would stop just to the side of it, allowing her wings to spring forth, a heavy sigh of relief given as she did so. It always took so much energy to keep them hidden, that to let them free was always such a breath of fresh air. Yet, no sooner had she done this, than they would wrap around her small form and she would collapse onto the bed, curling up within the safety they provided....The one place she truly, and genuinely felt safe...No place she had found thus far, able to compare to the comfort they provided.

As the warmth slowly began to surround her, she would release a little sigh and allow her eyes to flutter closed...She told herself she was just going to rest for a bit before going back to him...but the next thing she knew...she was out, sound asleep and once more trapped in a memory from her past, where she would remain for the rest of the day.