visiting hours | saxon-lucy
thekingofallmen:
"You’re going to go into an explosion without expecting to survive?  Isn’t that a badly thought out plan.  You really do need me around."  If Lucy was trying to gain some independence by creating schemes of her own, she really was awful at it.  Really, she needed his help.  Normally, he’d be wary of her trying to kill him again, but in her state that really wasn’t an option.  They’d have a conversation about that later.
"Kill you?" he questioned.  The thought had briefly crossed his mind before he came in, but he didn’t see a point.  No fun in killing someone when they were so close to death anyway, and she really hadn’t annoyed him enough to warrant murder.  She did try to kill you, he thought, but he ignored it.  Her failure served as a lesson in itself, that there was no way to best him.  Better let that speak for itself than waste a potential ally.
Lucy didn't respond to his condescension. He would never- no, could never- understand. It wasn't even that she hadn't expected to live, it was that she didn't want to. And there he was, hundreds of years old and resurrected more times than she could know. His will to live was indestructible; he'd shattered hers.
His repetition of the question sent a chill down her back. It sounded as if he was considering the possibility, something she didn't even want to think about. It was entirely possible he hadn't even thought of killing her before she brought it up, which really would be just her luck. She wanted to be dead, yes, but she certainly didn't want him to do it. She'd rather it just kind of... happen. Still, she could hope he didn't actually plan to, however frail it would be. "You're not?" she asked, allowing herself a bit of optimism.
