10-26-2016, 10:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2016, 12:50 PM by Dawnika Snow.
Edit Reason: Made some changes to Ballad’s dialogue for more precise likeness
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Ocean eyes swept into Ballad’s soul as he looked upon Dawn. He was not lying about the hatred she felt for him. The young woman had no idea who Ballad was personally, but his action speak louder than words. As continued to ramble nonsense about his “justified act of self-defense”, she could not help be catch herself clenching her teeth in anger. Once he finally finally finished his useless drabble, Dawn’s voice arose.
“It's the notion of a coward to pin blame on another man for his own mistakes.” The anger in her voice apparent. “Whether or not you believe the incident was your fault or another's, you blew that bomb. We may all be criminals, but at least we understand morality. That’s what makes us different you worthless piece of shit.” The rest of the Ashen Blades were mildly shocked. Dawn’s tone had never left a calm, easy-going girl. Now she was so angry she could hardly speak past her grinding teeth.
The gunsmith glanced off to the side, his eyes dimming again.
“You still do not recognize what I have informed you of? Regardless of what you perceive yourself as, you feminal, recalcitrant child, you act hypocritical through your accusations. You are no better than I. You are just as much a murderer and a criminal.¨
¨Besides,¨ he said, ¨what happened was out of my hands…” Ballad said, his eyes reigniting even despite the low volume of his voice.
The Vigilante wanted to shoot. Her gun was nearly roaring for a pull of the trigger. She was not stupid though. Giving in to her anger is just what he would want her to do, it would be too predictable and leave herself open. No. Fingers off the trigger.
Dawn took some deep breaths and recollected herself. Looking Ballad dead in the eyes, a glance as cold as her eyes were blue, she spoke again. “At least I murder the people that need to die.” The anger in her voice subsided slightly. “I don't murder innocent civilians in thought of ‘This is my only option’. At least I have some honour.”
“You lack proper explanatory capabilities. Elaborate.” Ballad said.
“At least if I die, I'll know what it was for.”
He shrugged, waving her off with a brush of his hand. “Luxuriate in perishing for your self-destructive, unnecessary, and pharisaic cause then. I shall remain for mine.”
The young woman remained quiet. She had nothing more to say to this psychopath.
“It's the notion of a coward to pin blame on another man for his own mistakes.” The anger in her voice apparent. “Whether or not you believe the incident was your fault or another's, you blew that bomb. We may all be criminals, but at least we understand morality. That’s what makes us different you worthless piece of shit.” The rest of the Ashen Blades were mildly shocked. Dawn’s tone had never left a calm, easy-going girl. Now she was so angry she could hardly speak past her grinding teeth.
The gunsmith glanced off to the side, his eyes dimming again.
“You still do not recognize what I have informed you of? Regardless of what you perceive yourself as, you feminal, recalcitrant child, you act hypocritical through your accusations. You are no better than I. You are just as much a murderer and a criminal.¨
¨Besides,¨ he said, ¨what happened was out of my hands…” Ballad said, his eyes reigniting even despite the low volume of his voice.
The Vigilante wanted to shoot. Her gun was nearly roaring for a pull of the trigger. She was not stupid though. Giving in to her anger is just what he would want her to do, it would be too predictable and leave herself open. No. Fingers off the trigger.
Dawn took some deep breaths and recollected herself. Looking Ballad dead in the eyes, a glance as cold as her eyes were blue, she spoke again. “At least I murder the people that need to die.” The anger in her voice subsided slightly. “I don't murder innocent civilians in thought of ‘This is my only option’. At least I have some honour.”
“You lack proper explanatory capabilities. Elaborate.” Ballad said.
“At least if I die, I'll know what it was for.”
He shrugged, waving her off with a brush of his hand. “Luxuriate in perishing for your self-destructive, unnecessary, and pharisaic cause then. I shall remain for mine.”
The young woman remained quiet. She had nothing more to say to this psychopath.
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