[ She doesn't flinch, her arm loose as he pushes it away. All she really does is shake out her hand snidely before setting it over the curve of her knee. ]
You're obsessed. [ She knows that feeling. Does that count as empathy? ] I like it.
[ She pushes to her feet, stretching lazily as if this entire conversation did not happen, and she is merely cooling down from her run. ]
no subject
You're obsessed. [ She knows that feeling. Does that count as empathy? ] I like it.
[ She pushes to her feet, stretching lazily as if this entire conversation did not happen, and she is merely cooling down from her run. ]
I'll see you around, Corvo.
[
god what a creep she is....]