[ It actually does seem like an elaborate plan to weed out the dissenters, which is a possibility that Misa discussed with Silco himself - though she doesn't comment about it to the other girl, finding that pursuing an argument over it would likely be futile. But from where she's sitting, her brow raises at the mention of her name, too— instantly, she wonders who she has to blame for Caitlyn in particular addressing her that way. Ernesto? Rand? The resulting muted annoyance is quickly reworked into action, as she's growing tired and annoyed with being toyed with like this — and begins moving away from the window she'd been hiding behind, thus taking away the opening she'd left there like breadcrumbs. Instead, she heads west within the building, to the side that would face where Akua and Howl are. This time, she remains low as she can, out of sight.
It's a strange storm of emotions going through her— irritation, at the other woman's words, a determination, to get rid of her as soon as possible and to aid Howl, and finally.... a strange sense of familiarity? If what she says is true, then she works with terrorists, and breaks the law to do what's right? By the sound of things, she actually seems like she might support the kinds of things Misa was doing in her world, rather than condemn them like most of the law enforcement she came across. Could it mean they're actually more similar than she originally thought...?
It feels such an ugly, sinful thought to the Kenoma wrapped tight around her soul, that Misa is able to let it pass her by without further contemplation. She can't afford to be relating with the enemy. ]
I only assumed that because you made it seem that way!
[ It seems she's 100% not taking responsibility for her assumption of Caitlyn's morals— she complains, rather loudly and indignantly, perhaps more forcefully than she really needs to, given how she's trying to reject any sense of camaraderie between them. And besides, she's happy to step in to the role of the stupid, easily riled up normie if that's what's expected of her. To make herself seem less and less capable, and less and less in control in this conversation would be for the best - to goad the other into underestimating her. ]
I know you're just trying to trick me into wasting my time. You know, I'm not stupid enough to sit here and bleed out while I talk with you. You shot me, remember! And now you want to know my life story? What do you want to hear? That my parents were killed, and the law did nothing? That the killer was only punished because someone killed him for me?
[ Her words are steeped in sarcasm - she nearly spits the words through their connection, talking so brazenly of her parents' violent and brutal death. Caitlyn asked for it, so there's her answer. The only times justice had ever been served in her life is through the act of killing— and each time she's killed someone, herself, that action had felt just, too. Destroying the world, killing everyone in it, for the greater good? It's the natural progression from that mindset. In a move of unpredictably reckless confidence, Misa stands to her full height, leaning her weight against the window and staring out to the city in front of her, eyes tracking the far away movements of their two avian companions. Her form is in plain view in profile— from several angles, and through several of the front facing windows. It can truly never be said that she doesn't have guts, or isn't willing to risk everything. ]
It doesn't matter. You don't seriously care. So just shoot me again already if you're going to.
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It's a strange storm of emotions going through her— irritation, at the other woman's words, a determination, to get rid of her as soon as possible and to aid Howl, and finally.... a strange sense of familiarity? If what she says is true, then she works with terrorists, and breaks the law to do what's right? By the sound of things, she actually seems like she might support the kinds of things Misa was doing in her world, rather than condemn them like most of the law enforcement she came across. Could it mean they're actually more similar than she originally thought...?
It feels such an ugly, sinful thought to the Kenoma wrapped tight around her soul, that Misa is able to let it pass her by without further contemplation. She can't afford to be relating with the enemy. ]
I only assumed that because you made it seem that way!
[ It seems she's 100% not taking responsibility for her assumption of Caitlyn's morals— she complains, rather loudly and indignantly, perhaps more forcefully than she really needs to, given how she's trying to reject any sense of camaraderie between them. And besides, she's happy to step in to the role of the stupid, easily riled up normie if that's what's expected of her. To make herself seem less and less capable, and less and less in control in this conversation would be for the best - to goad the other into underestimating her. ]
I know you're just trying to trick me into wasting my time. You know, I'm not stupid enough to sit here and bleed out while I talk with you. You shot me, remember! And now you want to know my life story? What do you want to hear? That my parents were killed, and the law did nothing? That the killer was only punished because someone killed him for me?
[ Her words are steeped in sarcasm - she nearly spits the words through their connection, talking so brazenly of her parents' violent and brutal death. Caitlyn asked for it, so there's her answer. The only times justice had ever been served in her life is through the act of killing— and each time she's killed someone, herself, that action had felt just, too. Destroying the world, killing everyone in it, for the greater good? It's the natural progression from that mindset. In a move of unpredictably reckless confidence, Misa stands to her full height, leaning her weight against the window and staring out to the city in front of her, eyes tracking the far away movements of their two avian companions. Her form is in plain view in profile— from several angles, and through several of the front facing windows. It can truly never be said that she doesn't have guts, or isn't willing to risk everything. ]
It doesn't matter. You don't seriously care. So just shoot me again already if you're going to.