Dante's Abyss Spectators

[Violet]

“That’s how you do a victory,” Violet proclaimed triumphantly. Her adrenaline was higher than the sky and even her post-battle wounds didn’t hurt as much as they should have.

“We still have a few more bodies to get through before we get to the end,” Zedd reminded her gruffly. “Now, do you want to tell me what the hell happened back there?”

Her smile faltered, arms dropping to her sides. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“The other fucking guy, dimwit.”

“Oh.”

“How the hell did he get in there?”

Violet shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Sure as hell wasn’t one of my imaginary friends.”

Sighing, Violet shot Zedd a heated look before moving past him, spying the med bay down the concourse hall. Everything was starting to hurt.

“Don’t walk away from me,” Zedd snarled. “Who the fuck is Bardock?”

“My ex,” She threw flatly over her shoulder. “He’s been dead for over twenty years.”

“Seems he’s a little less dead than you thought.”

“You think?” Violet spun around, surprised to see that her partner was keeping step with her. “I’ve tried to move on and put him out of my fucking head for years. How am I supposed to know when he’d pop up from wherever the hell he is at now to give me a fucking pep talk?”

“Maybe keep your crazy down a few levels.” Zedd looked introspective. “Strange coming from me, come to think of it.”

“I’m not crazy,” Violet said defensively.

Zedd looked at her, deadpan.

“I’m not!”

“I hope we never have to be in the same head again.”

“Same,” Violet spat back, and headed towards the medical facility.