Hobbies

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[Eva has been released from medical care and supervision-with orders to relax, avoid stress, and most of all to not touch the Albatross. And she's still not getting her weapons back. But for the girl who's constantly exercising, practicing at the shooting range, or trying some simulator mission, the first of those orders is the most problematic.

She can be found in the hangar, wearing her usual civilian clothes-a short skirt and a chinese-looking sleeveless top. There, Eva sits across from the Albatross, 'BE THOU AFRAID' displayed in baroque letters on its forehead. She sits there, and watches, and waits.

And waits.

And waits.]

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...Why don't you try to do something about it?

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[Leos snarls at this and tightens his grasp on her hands. Everything in him was so very tempted to just snap then like twigs before just taking his time and STOMPING HER HEAD INTO THE GROUND-]

I think I will...

[Except... he's going to let go of her and walk away. Which was probably not a smart thing to do. If she had TWO razors, who's to say she doesn't have a third? Or a fourth? He pauses for a moment.]

... You're as bad as I am. Probably worse. I'm going to ask Commander Howe if she can find you some help.

As much as I hate you... I don't want my friends who like you to be sad.

[And he doesn't want them to hate him for killing her either.]

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[Eva follows after him anyways. Her hand can wait.]

Don't lie to yourself like that.

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Maybe you're the one that's lying to themselves.

[That was the instant reply.]

You're more dangerous than I am.

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[She's not letting him go that easily.]

And yet the one who disobeys orders, who goes berserk, who almost definitely is bipolar is...

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...

[Leos pauses for a moment... moves over to Eva and pretty much pushes her into the wall and uses his uninjured arm and his heavier weight to keep her there until he deems fit to let her go.]

I'm not the one who sliced a person's shoulder open for just getting poked with a stick. I'm not the one who seems to offer to kill people when others can't. I'm also not the person who got their weapons confiscated.

Maybe I'm crazy and messed up.

But I'm not the reason the both of us are trailing blood all over the floor am I?

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[Eva does not immediately reply, aside from a small reflexive gasp as she's pushed up against the wall, Leos's hand on her chest. But there are some subtle changes in the way she stares back at him, the shape of her mouth, the beating of her heart just near his hand-it is an undercurrent of fear.]

...No. No...you are not.

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Like I said before. Maybe I'm not the one lying to myself. I could've killed you. I could still do it now. But I'm not going to do that.

So how am I the one without self restraint. Answer. I'm not. Its you.

[Leos lowers his head.]

So I'll say it again... I'm going to go try get you some help. And maybe everyone will be better for it.

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[Her heart's still racing as she picks her words.]

Then...The psychologist's office...isn't here. So...

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So? Is that a problem?

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[There is still another razor blade, hidden in her shoe. But it is not as easy to access as the others, and if the last bout is any indication...If Leos desired something wicked...]

...No...But...if you want to speak to them...you should leave.

[...She does not think she could stop him.]

[break_the_nine]

[Not unless she had actual weaponry instead of hidden hold outs and some distance. Up close like this...?]

I will. But I suggest you learn some self control, and make sure that when Commander Howe arranges for your help - you go for those sessions.

Understand?

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Yes...sir.