insert owen doing puppy eyes @marianne here
It is with a rather SINKING FEELING that green eyes meet greyed: the fact that the former serial killer is SO VERY YOUNG has just recently begun to sink in. He looked like HER DAUGHTER, in some ways –– even if he WAS older than her child, there were some DISTINCT similarities between them. Soft-featured, doe-eyed, small in stature and thin-framed; the parallels are UNDENIABLE.
It makes Marianne feel almost like a MONSTER when she has to do her job. It is only for so long that she can PUT OFF carrying out her duties: Lazaro demands results, and she must produce them, lest she risk losing her job again.
❝ DON’T give me that look, ❞ she finally says, pausing with the needle halfway to Owen’s thin form. ❝ We’ve been OVER THIS, dear; you KNOW I have to. ❞
The injection is swift, though the extraction of bone marrow takes a moment longer. She was supposed to take SEVERAL samples for the creation of more of her SERUM, but something stopped her. It WASN’T the fact that Owen looked so young –– no, THAT wasn’t it at all, she told herself. (A little voice in her head said OTHERWISE, however, but she chose to IGNORE it.)
❝ –– –– ––We’re done for today, ❞ she says, turning away from the young teenager rather decisively. ❝ You may REST for a while, and then I will have you ESCORTED back to the garage. ❞
