// you makin my boy sick you mean man?

The void creature couldn’t even show her face to Firebrand as he spoke. Everything was contorting and conflicting and  she didn’t understand any of it. He had called her a friend, before and now he was saying he liked her! She didn’t understand how- especially considering what her origins were and how she acted while still one of the Collective.

“You shouldn't like me, though. There's nothing about me to like, Firebrand. Hell, I can see why ya like Habit; he’s got a lot of shit to like, and you've been working together for who knows how long. You guys are close, so you're nice to each other- that makes sense. But, I've given you no reason to like me and every reason to hate me. I destroyed worlds, among other shit- If anything you should still want me dead.”

There’s a pause. Her hair is covering her face, at this point and it's twitching like the tendrils they are. She iterally sounds confused and even a little lost and angry. She's growing attached and she hates it. Stupid human emotion rubbing off on her. “But here we are, three weeks, since you guys tattooed me and a week, since you’ve called me a friend. Having this conversation. It doesn't make sense, to me. From a strategy standpoint, you just tolerating me would have worked fine. Allies. But instead you're calling me a friend and being nice, comforting and shit I'm not- that I've never even experienced.”

Noir gave a frustrated growl. Everything was so confusing to her!!! She hated it!!!