@cheatsfate ll Plotted
[ ⍖ ] - Out of all the subjects she’d seen brought in ( varying from the homeless drug addicts they’d sometimes wrangle off the streets to stupid college kids that stayed up too late in town ) this little girl was the last one she expected to survive. She seemed half dead by the time they’d brought her in, all beaten and bruised as if she’d put up one hell of a fight.
Even for a woman, Zorin had to respect that kind of will to survive; something about it reminding her of Rip Van Winkle’s endless determination or her own discovery of inner strength. Shame it would only mean she’d have to be stuck here in this hell until Millennium inevitably destroyed itself once again. Should have died while she was still human.
“I zhought zese procedures vere supposed to get better vith time. Did he do zat to you or did you vaste your energy struggling?” she couldn’t help but make a snide comment as she looked down on the Doctor’s lab table, it’s resemblance to the rack she’d been strapped to decades ago almost making her feel a touch of pity.
“Verdammt, you look awful...do you even have any vhere you are? Vhat’s happening to you?” The words weren’t said with any feelings of sympathy in mind - but it was probably the least she could do if she was going to be seeing a new face around here.
