[For a long moment, Shoka stares at him. She... isn't sure what to say. How is she, of all people, supposed to think of reasons to stay alive? She doesn't even know him, really.
Except she does now, in a way. It feels almost like she's talking to herself when she eventually says:]
... You're right—you have no choice. You have to keep going. 'Cause nobody's gonna waste their energy on killing you.
[Not even him, apparently.]
Uh, did you forget that you're the one who called me screwed up first? What, does being fine with disappearing and being ready to throw away my second and third chances not earn me enough damage points?
[Flippantly, like they're playing a game, she continues:]
Let's talk about how I can make up the difference, then. What's screwed up enough in your book? Killing someone? Killing lots of people? How about stabbing your friends in the back? Those spicy enough for ya?
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Except she does now, in a way. It feels almost like she's talking to herself when she eventually says:]
... You're right—you have no choice. You have to keep going. 'Cause nobody's gonna waste their energy on killing you.
[Not even him, apparently.]
Uh, did you forget that you're the one who called me screwed up first? What, does being fine with disappearing and being ready to throw away my second and third chances not earn me enough damage points?
[Flippantly, like they're playing a game, she continues:]
Let's talk about how I can make up the difference, then. What's screwed up enough in your book? Killing someone? Killing lots of people? How about stabbing your friends in the back? Those spicy enough for ya?