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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 29, 2013 2:18:02 GMT -8
...Another good question. She opened her mouth almost to say yes--and then shook her head firmly, denying herself.
"No. Let's keep going. No stopping; this whole thing is about going forward. I should probably follow through on that." she managed a weak, insincere smile.
She WAS out of sorts, she wasn't going to pretend otherwise. But she had to be stronger than she was; it was the only way she was going to get better, and be able to deal with the horrible atrocities of the new world. Ones that she herself was perpetuating, necessary or no.
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Post by David B. on Oct 3, 2013 10:33:24 GMT -8
David would nod and continue onward, heading for her territory.
"Thank you anyway, for doing that. For Kiyr and for me. She would...approve, I think."
David knew that Mason still haunted Kiyr, and the things he would have done to Mason probably would have messed up Davids head...Delilahs way was brutal, but quick and far more merciful than he deserved. Davids way would have...probably lasted days.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 3, 2013 22:27:15 GMT -8
"Thank you anyway, for doing that. For Kiyr and for me. She would...approve, I think."
"Bah," she shook her head to and fro at this, "What I've done deserves no thanks. Murder is murder, it doesn't matter how justified it is. Killing him, leading him into a trap, is still leagues better than the kind of man he was, but still, hardly a 'good' thing."
But it was the right thing, and that was what mattered. It was also right for her to kill him as quickly as possible. Yes; he still suffered, but it would have been over quicker if he hadn't tried to teleport away. What was not right was for her to torture and murder wantonly for the sake of a 'cause', no matter how just. Death and killing was expected; sinking to your enemies level was not an option. How else would she retain her humanity?
...however little of it was left.
More than she thought, perhaps, but less than there had been. There was a time when she had thought she would never be able to kill another human being; before the bombs, before jail, before San Francisco. Here she was, covered in blood, flying with a man who was also covered in blood, back to the life she led of shedding blood.
"...And preventing blood shed," she murmured out loud.
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Post by David B. on Oct 5, 2013 11:42:04 GMT -8
David looked down at her a moment while flying.
"The Act itself, had it stood alone, may not have been, but what it represents for the future does. That you were preventing more bloodshed is good. That's all I meant."
David would continue to fly on in silence, the two of them now getting closer to their destination. He clenched her to him gently, but firmly, knowing that what she was probably going through, in her head, was important. He didn't want self disgust or depression from the act to weigh her down, she needed strength and to know that her friends were there for her, and understood.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 7, 2013 13:48:36 GMT -8
The mechanic nodded once, slowly as he spoke, leaving her eyes down cast. "Yes."
Not that it didn't have the chance of begetting more blood-shed. But then again, what didn't? Humans were such fickle things.
"Though...sometimes I wonder. My sensei asked me once, after Oliver had his accident, if I wanted to be a haeler. I told him I wasn't sure and he said we would work on it. After a few months of teaching me anatomy and acupressure, he said I couldn't be a healer; I had a personality that was somewhat suited, but my abilities are so far from restorative, that even in healing I could do more harm than good.
"If blood-shed prevents blood-shed, then how long will it be before some vigilante is knocking on my door to prevent the blood-shed I cause?"
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Post by David B. on Oct 7, 2013 13:52:46 GMT -8
David mulled over what she said, before he truly nerded out on her.
"I'm pretty sure that every bad guy has a brother, father or mother that wants revenge. But just because the things he does can be viewed by a small percentage as unfair, doeesn't mean batman should hang up the cape. What we do is for a greater good- if or when a vigilante shows up and feels you are deserving of death, he'll find me and mine behind you, ready to say otherwise."
His grip tightened a little, to show that he cared about her, whatever happened to them in the future, and no matter what he wouldn't duck out on that friendship. It went beyond gangs, beyond duty. He cared about Delilah- and despite once being the leader of the largest gang in the city, Davids friends were dropping like flies. He wouldn't let Delilah be one of them.
A smile.
"Besides, I pity the man who knows on your door and wants revenge. He'll have quite the fight ahead of him."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2013 21:13:10 GMT -8
Delilah smiled wryly at his Batman metaphor, a glimmer of shared humour. "Yeah, well, Batman didn't kill anyone."
But his tight grip was...comforting, to say the least. That she wasn't alone in her moment of uncertainty. But really, her concern now was...were they justified in killing her, if anyone should come to her door? Would she lay back and accept it, like Emily, or would she resist, like Mason?
...She thought she knew the answer to that.
"Besides, I pity the man who knows on your door and wants revenge. He'll have quite the fight ahead of him."
"Heh," she managed, David's words echoing her own thoughts. She let herself hug him a bit tighter; it was cold up there, and the blood was starting to dry uncomfortably on her arms and legs. "Thanks."
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Post by David B. on Oct 10, 2013 8:25:09 GMT -8
David smiled.
"He actually did, many times. When it was necessary, and couldn't be avoided. But you are welcome."
David would give a small smile at her hug and, if she rested or even fell asleep, he would gently see her to her house or room when they arrived at the nest, where she could sleep peacfully.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 15, 2013 19:09:37 GMT -8
"He actually did, many times. When it was necessary, and couldn't be avoided. But you are welcome."
When it was necessary...and couldn't be avoided.
She turned the words over in her mind as they flew on, allowing her eyes to close. Necessary was what she did in the field, stuff that couldn't be avoided because it came down to her life or theirs. Was this necessary?
...no. It wasn't. But it was right, and she could live with that.
David carried her back to the 'Nest where she bade him farewell and made her way inside to her quarters. She slipped into her apartment to witness Birch and Talon sleeping on her couch with their heads touching. With a smirk, the raven haired woman crept in, had a shower, and then dismissed the impromptu baby sitters after the blood had finally washed away.
Once they had gone she slowly, silently, slipped into Oliver's room and sat there beside his bed for the remainder of the night, watching him sleep.
What little peace existed in this world was with him. And she would kill to keep it.
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