!!0ZviLFh59My 05/11/12(Fri)23:09 No.19073437|
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You storm on, building momentum for the first wall that dares to get in your fucking way.
"STOP! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! IT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING! YOUNG!"
"Say my name, bitch," you snarl.
"MY FIRST NAME," you rage. "SAY IT."
"HA!" you say, not sure WHAT you're saying, letting your hatred sweep you away on a tide of righteous Pilot Umbrage. There's some things you just don't do.
Minna catches up to you and starts keeping pace behind you, hiccuping with sobs. "I- we just - I don't know what happened, I didn't mean to, I care about you, I really - please stop, please forgive me-"
You stop so abruptly that Minna crashes into you, too busy buttoning her shirt to watch you halt. She bounces off like a bird crashing into a mountain, so concrete is your disappointment. The brave German Witch seems to crumple before your eyes as you turn the full force of your wounded gaze onto her.
"I... when you walk in and see... *that,*" you spit with distaste, "how am I supposed to feel?"
"It was just stress," Minna tells you. "I almost took a shell during the sortie, and Waltrud lost another Striker, and we were both scared and jittery and exultant and wired and we just made a mistake, don't you see? Please, give me a chance!?"
You look your sepulchral, empty gaze on Minna.
"ON. ONE. CONDITION."
She waits, apprehensive.
"You don't complain about me and Waltrud screwing in the kitchen earlier."