When the woman replied Valerie took a moment to process what she’d actually said. She didn’t remember who she was, which meant… Maybe she didn’t know what she was either. Evil or not a small part of the blonde felt momentarily sad for the brunette. To not know who you were seemed ultimately cruel for anything that existed. To be stripped away, to be, without being. Which left the question; why didn’t she know? Amnesia? Dementia? It could even be a spell. What caused that particular memory loss?
Valerie could wonder about it later, because as she watched the brunette her head snapped up and for a moment even the blonde froze to listen. Then, threat undetected, the woman went about searching her pockets and Valerie let out a slow breath. The way she moved made the blonde think of a cat. Perched on the edge of a tv, spotting something nobody else could, then promptly going back to cleaning it’s fur. She shook her head and walked tentatively closer as the woman held her hand out.
The card was crumpled and worn and the blonde plucked it gently from the brunette. Smoothed it between her fingers to try and make out the words that were mostly gone. “I think this is a driving license.” She said, looking at the barely there markings as she read the only word she could properly make out. Sabra.
Vessel? The word sent a chill down the blonde’s spine because from experience a vessel was either a nutcase who chose to use themselves for something, a stranger picked by someone else or sacrificed willingly or not. Either way it didn’t end well for them.
Valerie’s mind churned as she handed the ID card back gently. The blonde felt the frown mar her features as she looked up at the brunette. Whoever Sabra had been, she might not even reside in that body anymore, and whatever species now took its form, had no way of knowing who it really was. That was just… Tragic.
“Sabra, do you know what happened to you?” Valerie’s tone was soft as another thought struck her. How long had Sabra been wandering the streets. Did she even have a place to go? “Do you have a home here?”
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on 2013-08-31 11:04 pm (UTC)Valerie could wonder about it later, because as she watched the brunette her head snapped up and for a moment even the blonde froze to listen. Then, threat undetected, the woman went about searching her pockets and Valerie let out a slow breath. The way she moved made the blonde think of a cat. Perched on the edge of a tv, spotting something nobody else could, then promptly going back to cleaning it’s fur. She shook her head and walked tentatively closer as the woman held her hand out.
The card was crumpled and worn and the blonde plucked it gently from the brunette. Smoothed it between her fingers to try and make out the words that were mostly gone. “I think this is a driving license.” She said, looking at the barely there markings as she read the only word she could properly make out. Sabra.
Vessel? The word sent a chill down the blonde’s spine because from experience a vessel was either a nutcase who chose to use themselves for something, a stranger picked by someone else or sacrificed willingly or not. Either way it didn’t end well for them.
Valerie’s mind churned as she handed the ID card back gently. The blonde felt the frown mar her features as she looked up at the brunette. Whoever Sabra had been, she might not even reside in that body anymore, and whatever species now took its form, had no way of knowing who it really was. That was just… Tragic.
“Sabra, do you know what happened to you?” Valerie’s tone was soft as another thought struck her. How long had Sabra been wandering the streets. Did she even have a place to go? “Do you have a home here?”