Silenced by Minseo's initial order, it took a few seconds for her to understand. Like a DOG finally given purpose, Jess walked over to the sheath placed atop her coffee table and slid free her combat knife with a soft shinkt. She examined the meticulously sharpened edge in the light before walking over and setting it down beside Minseo.

Next came the pot, dug out from a cupboard to the side, beneath the counter and tucked away. It hadn't seen much action, the one she handed over. There was never enough time. And then, the final order — Jess knew her way around a knife and, with a stiff gratefulness, picked up her blood-stained knife to begin to cut perfectly even bits of carrot.

"I'll do that." She said immediately upon hearing the sink go, a similar reaction to PANIC. She looked over her shoulder, lips etched into a firm line and nostrils flared. Jess felt a weight in her chest that she was sure wasn't the alcohol. How fucking embarrassing.

There was no judgement from Minseo... not when she had been in the same place Jess was right now--worse, sometimes. "Keep chopping those vegetables." At least the knife was sharp. And hopefully mostly clean.

With the dishes she needed clean, Minseo went to setting the pot on the stove and adding some oil to heat up. Then she joined Jess, pulled out another cutting board, and grabbed one of the knives she'd just cleaned as she began to cut up an onion. "That baking show we like just got another season," Minseo added. "I thought we could watch it while we ate."

She could be honest--I'm worried about you. You haven't talked to me since you got back. I wanted to make sure you were okay. But Jess had already said she wasn't a child--and she wasn't. She was a person who was hurting and it was the type of hurt that Minseo felt down to her very bones.

location :  raccoon city, circa 1997 from :  dr. kaito suzuki to :  minseo  kang [ @draconicly ]

She probably looked rather intimidating in her full set of gear with a gun slung around her shoulder, but sometimes the intimidation factor was what made her job easier to handle. That didn't seem to matter to Dr. Suzuki, though, as they questioned her presence.

All Minseo could do was shrug (barely visible from the amount of combat gear piled on her torso), keeping her eyes peeled as the two of them sat in the back of an Umbrella transport vehicle. "The boss says jump, I say, 'how high?' They don't tell me shit." Maybe she should've been a bit more tactful with whatever Umbrella brass they were—clearly they'd needed an escort for some reason or another, and that meant Minseo could get into trouble if she made a misstep. "You know more about this sample than I do."

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."