It’s pathetic of me, I know. But I can’t really help it, even trying to tell myself not to freak out over it doesn’t work because I still do ninety percent of the time. Do you feel like that for all people or just… some? Because that makes perfect sense one way, but I don’t enjoy the idea of bleeding to death. It was supposed to be a compliment, Maxwell, meaning you’ll live longer than your opponents. But yes, good.
Then think of something else when you see it, obviously. Pretend it’s water with red food coloring or some shit like that. Well, only the people I see fit to bleed out—some people need to be strangled and others to have ribs smashed in. Or I could just shoot them, that’s another way, but I’ve got more of an affinity for knives than anything. …I knew it was a compliment. I was just making sure. Duh.
Has that become your motto?
I should, but there’s a reason I don’t do any field work. To even have this job I’m required to go to therapy, though I think some people would rather push me in with a room of blood and wait until I get over it. Did blood not freak you out when you first saw it? Not the little blood, but… like all of it, all of a person’s blood? Well, you’re young so you’ll have plenty of time to get all the millions of people and spare us.
…Well it’d be a damn good motto, wouldn’t it?
Therapy? Viv scoffs at the idea. You’ve gotta get tougher, Brigabont; no one’s gonna take you seriously if you go to…that shit. Did it freak me out? Hell no; it’s just something that comes out of a person’s body, and if it doesn’t naturally, then you’ve got to do it yourself. I don’t even understand the whole fucking fear behind it. She bristles at being ‘young’. I’m not that young, Brigabont; and yeah, that’s what I’m going for.
I’ll just go with that option, easier than trying to understand a bunch of fools.
Oh goodness, no. As fun as my job is, I do it a thousand times better then I could do yours. The amount of blood would drive me insane and then I’d be no use to anyone. She makes a face before sighing. No surprise there then; and, I can’t even recall a time where you didn’t.
Exactly. It’s much easier when you see it my way, isn’t it?
You should get used to blood; you’ll see a lot more of it before the fight’s over. Besides, it’s…more interesting that people think. Plus, you’ll enjoy it more when the other fuckers freak out over it. Mhmm—love my job. Love my life, too, if people weren’t so fucking annoying all the time. Only about…a few more million people, and then I’ll be completely satiated.
As would I. But can’t say the same for the people didn’t see or hear about the idiot in action.
Surveillance isn’t nearly as fun as the job you have, Maxwell. She laughs and shakes her head. Sounds rather gruesome, but as long as it’s two less in the world I can’t be bothered. Did you have fun at least? How much you had tells half the story for you.
Then they’re fucking dumb, too.
Well, I’m a professional. Maybe in a few years they’ll upgrade you, or something. Talk to Mikhail and Nikolai if you’re really interested; they’ve got all the tricks up their sleeves. She smirks again, nodding. Of course I enjoyed it, Brigabont—when have you seen me not enjoy what I’m doing?
Only babies would be shorter than him, though it’d be undoubtedly amusing to see him kicked in the balls by a young child. Then people would really have to pity him.
I don’t have much of a choice now that my vacation is over so yes, of course. Yourself? Any new deaths you’d care to share the story of?
Eh, I wouldn’t. I’d just laugh my ass off.
Much of a choice? It should be a joy to get back to work. She purses her lips into a smirk before continuing. Well, I could tell you about a couple in Cape Town that I tracked down and strung up by their hair, but it’s rather long and boring.
Agreed. I should hardly expect more, aside from screaming raging asshole, idiot is easily the next adjective. She shrugs. On our end, perhaps. Whinging seems to have a more long effect annoyance than something physical.
The asshole should man up, in my opinion. Maybe an even shorter person’ll just give him the kick in the balls that he deserves.
Working hard, Brigabont?
They can, just not when they use their height to get pity from other people. It’s pathetic.
Well, he’s a fucking idiot, then. She rolls her eyes. Kicking people in the balls is so much better than whinging.
For someone as short as that man, he shouldn’t be so smug.
Are short people not allowed to be smug, huh?
This time he does roll his eyes.
Wow, Ok thanks for the input…? He says looking at the red head in front of him
What? She crosses her arms, sticking a hip out.
You wanted an answer, I gave one. I don’t pussyfoot around—if I had that on my back I wouldn’t need some fucking doctor to patch me up. Put some Neosporin on it, take a shower—god.