XXXIII -- voice;

[breakmychest]

All right, my two cents on the murder thing.

I like fighting. A lot. My biggest complaint about this bloody place is that there's not enough things to hit on a daily basis.

So if you decide to try and murder anyone while I'm around?

Thanks for the excuse.

As for Rex, why bother? The only reason he threw his little nanomite tantrum was for attention. Killing him'll only make him feel validated. If you really want to annoy him, ignore him. Or mock him mercilessly, which is more fun.

[Private to Elphaba]

We need to talk. Come to my room, all right?

Comments

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I care. I care that they were killed, but there was nothing I could do about it.

[bigbad]

I didn't mean about them, I mean in general! Have you made any friends since you got here?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I...sort of got along with Mozenrath when I spoke to him. And I liked his Eel. And Rex as well. I'm not good at making friends.

[bigbad]

No, you don't say! [The sarcasm, it is obvious. Spike turns back to her.]

Well, good news for your budding social life, pet. I'm changing your homework. It's make some bloody friends. Real ones. Not people you sort of get along with.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

All right. [This homework would be easier, in a way. Less troublesome than trying to have some shallow conversation with each new person she encountered that got her her three facts of the week. She'd just have to make a mental note to talk to Rex more.]

[bigbad]

Good. [He crosses his arms and looks at her.] Any questions? Anything you need or want?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

No, I don't need anything and there's nothing to ask.