[ He assumes she hasn't made the connection. The monster that fed off her ... the person who's supposed to protect her ... they're one and the same. He tries not to consider what that says about him. That he was cursed to gravitate to almost everyone he ascribes any value to. Maybe it's a reminder, that he's never felt alive, all those years as BK201, because what he lived ... it wasn't a life. It wasn't a life, and he wasn't alive, because he added nothing. Gave nothing. Just subtracted. Every day as the Black Reaper was a day with a minus sign, minus a child, minus a family, marriage, birthday, good-night kiss. Take away, consume, empty, until there's nothing left. All those subtractions were -- and are -- a black hole seated on his heart, sucking at him, showing him that he's worse than nothing. ]
[ Maybe that's why, when he speaks, his voice is so uncannily calm. ]
Cursed last night. I'll be operational in two weeks. [ Another pause, longer this time, like the silence he so easily uses to retreat in is something he doesn't quite know how to navigate now. ] Do you know who attacked you yesterday, Yin?
[ It's not a cruel guessing game he's playing with her. He needs confirmation. ]
voice;
[ Maybe that's why, when he speaks, his voice is so uncannily calm. ]
Cursed last night. I'll be operational in two weeks. [ Another pause, longer this time, like the silence he so easily uses to retreat in is something he doesn't quite know how to navigate now. ] Do you know who attacked you yesterday, Yin?
[ It's not a cruel guessing game he's playing with her. He needs confirmation. ]