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You entertain, briefly, telling her your actual name; Vikremenmirth. A notion that is very easily dismissed, given her very apparent instability- bad enough your enemies know that you exist, but there might be spies around...and you could hardly trust someone like the girl infront of you to be able to keep it a secret. No, you decide, the best course of action here would be to try and calm her down. Reason with her. Afterall, her acquaintance, whoever he is, is still dying in the room beyond.
“Listen...” You begin as tactfully as you can, “My name- my HUMAN name, that IS Victor. Now-“
“-Nnn.” She stops you, holding a hand up.
Baha shivers, then doubles over, clutching her head before springing taught, muscles tearing themselves apart through the effort to hold something in, figers clawing to strangle air, to strangle YOU.
“Nnn. Nmmn. NmmkkpppmmkkNNNNNN!!!”
Then, it’s like something in her just...snaps. In a single sweeping action, she brings her right hand down from her head, slicing open that side of her face from the glass embedded in it. And she looks up at you, squints to see as best she can, nose bleeding from the pressure inside her head. Her focus seems unearthly, unnatural, her pupils pinpricks even in the darkness surrounding you both. She hasn't so much gotten a hold of herself, you feel, but had surpassed the need.
“Do not-“ She points, voice harder and clearer than you ever heard it, “Do not ever talk to me again. Do not ever come near me. Do not even speak to apologise, as if you ever would.” |