"There's already chaos," Sabra had countered. "Some just like to disguise it better..."
Chaos, itself, was a matter which could actually be debated with a being like this. Sabra might no longer have full recollection of her time before, but the amnesia wasn't total. She knew a good few things - some accidental, some not.
When Echo said she was sorry, however, that produced quite the facial reaction. It seemed to veer somewhere between surprise and confusion. "'Sorry'...?" She repeated, as if the word were an alien concept. Sabra's eyes narrowing as she spoke it aloud. "Apologies should be..."
It was quite the unexpected response. Sabra seeming to completely ignore the question asked of her, for she appeared on the verge of saying 'forbidden', 'banned' or 'punished'.
"Your kind's constant exhibition of weakness is..."
At that, Sabra turned, silently fuming. She seemed... Frustrated. Angrily so. Had a completely different set of cultural interpretations. Paced in one direction and then the other, growling a little. then stormed back to Echo, proverbial fury in her eyes.
"I should..."
Head tilted, quickly, to one side, like a giant insect. Sabra balling a fist. The apology seemed to have set off a feeling of offence within her. Of being insulted. Or at least, that was how she was externalising it.
She needed to think of something else. Probably more than was realised... This was an actual demonic being getting fired up with anger. Something like that had severe, alarming consequences. Still, though, Sabra seemed to comprehend at least the need for thinking more clearly.
"Sugar," she decided. "Upon flesh... I like that. And the coyote who chases the bird in moving pictures... He hungers, but cannot die. I think he is cursed."
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Chaos, itself, was a matter which could actually be debated with a being like this. Sabra might no longer have full recollection of her time before, but the amnesia wasn't total. She knew a good few things - some accidental, some not.
When Echo said she was sorry, however, that produced quite the facial reaction. It seemed to veer somewhere between surprise and confusion. "'Sorry'...?" She repeated, as if the word were an alien concept. Sabra's eyes narrowing as she spoke it aloud. "Apologies should be..."
It was quite the unexpected response. Sabra seeming to completely ignore the question asked of her, for she appeared on the verge of saying 'forbidden', 'banned' or 'punished'.
"Your kind's constant exhibition of weakness is..."
At that, Sabra turned, silently fuming. She seemed... Frustrated. Angrily so. Had a completely different set of cultural interpretations. Paced in one direction and then the other, growling a little. then stormed back to Echo, proverbial fury in her eyes.
"I should..."
Head tilted, quickly, to one side, like a giant insect. Sabra balling a fist. The apology seemed to have set off a feeling of offence within her. Of being insulted. Or at least, that was how she was externalising it.
She needed to think of something else. Probably more than was realised... This was an actual demonic being getting fired up with anger. Something like that had severe, alarming consequences. Still, though, Sabra seemed to comprehend at least the need for thinking more clearly.
"Sugar," she decided. "Upon flesh... I like that. And the coyote who chases the bird in moving pictures... He hungers, but cannot die. I think he is cursed."