She looks out across a world in chaos and frowns.
“It was brash”
“It was bold”
“It was impetuous”
“It was inspired”
They grow silent. An acknowledgement that no agreement is to be found in this place.
~
She says that she should kill him. She says so often, without humour. She says so as a woman who has killed hundreds across her lifetime and will no doubt kill hundreds more.
“You know more of me than anyone else does.” he confesses.
She hums.
“I could say the same to you.”
He grins and she can’t help but pity him. Connection was never necessary for her, but to watch this child suffer without it must be a tragedy beyond measure.
~
She tells him that she put poison in his drink. He sighs, tired, and walks outside. She hears him throwing up in the ally behind the abandoned building they had chosen for their meetings.
He comes back in with clothes just as clean and hair just as neat as when he left. He frowns at her but is happy to continue their conversation as it was.
“I’m going to hurt you one day.” she informs him. He rolls his eyes.
“You hurt me constantly,” he gestures to some bruises for effect, “At least this way I might be tough enough to survive what’s to come.”
She nods. With the sorts of enemies the boy tends to make he has a point.