Post by Nightwolf on Nov 14, 2006 13:52:06 GMT -5
Nightwolf: "I seem to vaguely recall that legend of Davie Jones, from when I was very very little."
Nightwolf nods after Beamer answers her second question.
Nighwolf: "I just needed to know that you weren’t letting all of this get to you. I was worried about you."
Seeing that she’s hit accord within him that she didn’t mean to hit, and misunderstood her intentions she tries to rectify matters as best she can.
Nightwolf (Unyieldingly determined, but with a bit of sadness in her voice): "Look, I didn’t mean to make you mad at me. You don’t need to worry about me giving up. I don’t do that. I don’t know how. I was worried about you. I don’t usually work with others. I’m a lone wolf. I’m not used to relying on anyone, ever. My experience with that has always been bad. I’ve never had a true friend either, ever. I couldn’t afford one. I have no loved ones, at least living, no one I care about to fight for. I only have revenge, survival, passion, and a very strong will to live despite the odds and other’s expectations. You really don’t know how lucky you are that you have someone to fight for. In all honesty you and Tower were the closest things I think I've ever had to a freind."
"This isn’t a dream. It never was. Maybe it is to you, but not for me. I don’t have dreams any more, not for a very long time. I can hardly remember the last time I had one. I only have nightmares, and this is a nightmare called reality. I can’t escape it and I can’t wake up from it. It’s a nightmare I’ve been living quite a long time. I refuse to let it bring me down. It’s a constant battle, which I intend to be the victor of. It’s good you can still dream. That’s a precious thing I’ve lost. "
"I don’t know how not to succeed, Beamer. I’m just not sure of you, though. Failure isn’t apart of my vocabulary. I had to look it up. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t in yours either. Like I said, I’m not used to having to trust or rely on anyone else but myself. That trust doesn’t come easy either. You know, an army of one. I’ve kept myself alive for a very long time now. I can guarantee that it won’t be my bloodstains you’ll have to clean up. I just don’t want to have to clean up yours. Can we at least agree on that? Neither of us will have to clean up the gore of the other. So, none of this,'If it attacks the city and breaks in [you] have failed and [you] need [me] to blow it away and help repair the field.' You'll be there. It won't get through. You're not allowed to entertain thoughts of failure any more than I am."
(A little amusement creeps into her voice) "As removing me from the mission, as silly a notion that was, if you really wanted to take out the fishy all by yourself, you should have just said so. I just thought you’d want some help, besides I’m not going turn up the chance to rid the universe of the little science experiment that the terrorist have created. Let’s just say I don’t have fond memories of science. I’ll help you protect the city and all the people in it. Truthfully, I’m eager for the fight. I have some tension and aggression I need to work out. Besides, it’s one thing I know I’ve always been good at, fighting. Just let me know when we get near the fish, until then I’ll enjoy blissful unconscienceness the only reprieve from the nightmare of my reality that I have. You’ll have to tell me about your dream Beamer. Remind me what it’s like to have dreams when you wake up and I return to the nightmare that’s been my whole life. I look forward with sushi with you too. You just make sure to be there. Your not allowed to stand me up for any reason."
Nightwolf nods after Beamer answers her second question.
Nighwolf: "I just needed to know that you weren’t letting all of this get to you. I was worried about you."
Seeing that she’s hit accord within him that she didn’t mean to hit, and misunderstood her intentions she tries to rectify matters as best she can.
Nightwolf (Unyieldingly determined, but with a bit of sadness in her voice): "Look, I didn’t mean to make you mad at me. You don’t need to worry about me giving up. I don’t do that. I don’t know how. I was worried about you. I don’t usually work with others. I’m a lone wolf. I’m not used to relying on anyone, ever. My experience with that has always been bad. I’ve never had a true friend either, ever. I couldn’t afford one. I have no loved ones, at least living, no one I care about to fight for. I only have revenge, survival, passion, and a very strong will to live despite the odds and other’s expectations. You really don’t know how lucky you are that you have someone to fight for. In all honesty you and Tower were the closest things I think I've ever had to a freind."
"This isn’t a dream. It never was. Maybe it is to you, but not for me. I don’t have dreams any more, not for a very long time. I can hardly remember the last time I had one. I only have nightmares, and this is a nightmare called reality. I can’t escape it and I can’t wake up from it. It’s a nightmare I’ve been living quite a long time. I refuse to let it bring me down. It’s a constant battle, which I intend to be the victor of. It’s good you can still dream. That’s a precious thing I’ve lost. "
"I don’t know how not to succeed, Beamer. I’m just not sure of you, though. Failure isn’t apart of my vocabulary. I had to look it up. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t in yours either. Like I said, I’m not used to having to trust or rely on anyone else but myself. That trust doesn’t come easy either. You know, an army of one. I’ve kept myself alive for a very long time now. I can guarantee that it won’t be my bloodstains you’ll have to clean up. I just don’t want to have to clean up yours. Can we at least agree on that? Neither of us will have to clean up the gore of the other. So, none of this,'If it attacks the city and breaks in [you] have failed and [you] need [me] to blow it away and help repair the field.' You'll be there. It won't get through. You're not allowed to entertain thoughts of failure any more than I am."
(A little amusement creeps into her voice) "As removing me from the mission, as silly a notion that was, if you really wanted to take out the fishy all by yourself, you should have just said so. I just thought you’d want some help, besides I’m not going turn up the chance to rid the universe of the little science experiment that the terrorist have created. Let’s just say I don’t have fond memories of science. I’ll help you protect the city and all the people in it. Truthfully, I’m eager for the fight. I have some tension and aggression I need to work out. Besides, it’s one thing I know I’ve always been good at, fighting. Just let me know when we get near the fish, until then I’ll enjoy blissful unconscienceness the only reprieve from the nightmare of my reality that I have. You’ll have to tell me about your dream Beamer. Remind me what it’s like to have dreams when you wake up and I return to the nightmare that’s been my whole life. I look forward with sushi with you too. You just make sure to be there. Your not allowed to stand me up for any reason."