[She's been mostly out since she was brought back to the Barge. She's had moments of fitfulness, which were caused by pain and vivid nightmares. But now the worst, as they say, was over. She was fully awake at last, but she wasn't getting out of the infirmary any time soon.]
[She takes the glass gratefully. Her hands are as banged up as the rest of her. Nasty ligature marks on her wrists from where her wrists had been bound and she'd struggled. They were deep. She'd struggled a lot.
She drinks slowly. It hurts to swallow, but it feels good too. She'd down the glass if she could.]
Pretty ambitious project. [It's a sentiment of admiration. It takes time and focus to do that sort of thing.]
[Waiting by as she drinks, Beatrix takes in the other woman's wounds, from the gouges on her wrists to the ring of deep bruises around her throat. There's a flare of anger, searing inside her like ice on bare skin, and she adds it to the cold fury all this has already woken in her.
None of it shows, though, and she reaches to take the glass away once Rogue is finished.]
Not really. They say if one folds a thousand paper cranes, one's wish will come true. [She gives a wry little half-smile and shrug.] Some of the others on board tried to party the worry away. I'm not that type.
What are ya plannin' ta wish for? Or does it have ta be secret?
[She was liking this line of conversation. Calm, a little bit of intelectual without asking Rogue to jump through hoops while she was still less than her best, and it had nothing to do with what happened to her.]
[Bea hesitates for a moment, calculating how to respond.]
The kind that lasts. Not having a drink when you're really thirsty or getting laid or winning a prize. The kind where you can look at things and go "Thank God that's over."
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She drinks slowly. It hurts to swallow, but it feels good too. She'd down the glass if she could.]
Pretty ambitious project. [It's a sentiment of admiration. It takes time and focus to do that sort of thing.]
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None of it shows, though, and she reaches to take the glass away once Rogue is finished.]
Not really. They say if one folds a thousand paper cranes, one's wish will come true. [She gives a wry little half-smile and shrug.] Some of the others on board tried to party the worry away. I'm not that type.
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[She was liking this line of conversation. Calm, a little bit of intelectual without asking Rogue to jump through hoops while she was still less than her best, and it had nothing to do with what happened to her.]
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The same thing everyone wishes for. Satisfaction.
Cranes won't do all the work on that one, I know.
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[She says it casually. She's not going to make any assumptions.]
Can Ah ask what kind you're lookin' for?
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The kind that lasts. Not having a drink when you're really thirsty or getting laid or winning a prize. The kind where you can look at things and go "Thank God that's over."
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Ah hope ya find what you're lookin' for then, sugah.
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I hope we all do.