[There was a lot she didn't understand about the man's ramblings. Student loans were completely unknown to her -- one of the few perks of being a scion was not having to pay for a top-tier education. And selling his body for "loans," rather than taking on a few bounties or working a normal job (whatever that was) seemed a bit odd.
But he hadn't tried to shoot her, and he seemed more skittish than anything. If he were Jack, none of those things would be true. The same could be said if he were one of his mindless devotees.]
If I wanted to shoot you, I would have done it already. [Particularly right after he admitted to working for Jack, in a roundabout way.]
Kind of a big leap though, going from... "student loans--" [She spoke the phrase as if they tasted like a skag urine pizza.] -- to selling your face and body.
[Thanks for that prostitution parallel, there. Selling his body, god, he was working for Jack, not fucking him. There would literally be no amount of money that anyone could ever promise him that would make him consider giving up the goods to Jack.]
Not as big as you'd think.
[Especially because he didn't really agree to be Jack's double. He came in for an interview and ended up with another man's face with no memory of what happened in between.]
But, hey, I'm just gonna be over here not judging you for whatever motivated you to become a murderous bandit. Because I'm a nice person.
[Maya scoffed, then snorted, then began to laugh. At ease as she was around this wisp of a man, she even allowed herself to bend over a little, easing the ache as her laugh shook through her body.]
Bandit. [Another snort.] You really are one of Jack's, aren't you?
[A few more tittering laughs escaped her, before she finally straightened up. Whatever amusement had settled into her features was quickly chased away by a dark and furious look.]
For someone who claims to be above his influence, you really don't know much about him. [She shook her head, anger still burning in her eyes.]
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But he hadn't tried to shoot her, and he seemed more skittish than anything. If he were Jack, none of those things would be true. The same could be said if he were one of his mindless devotees.]
If I wanted to shoot you, I would have done it already. [Particularly right after he admitted to working for Jack, in a roundabout way.]
Kind of a big leap though, going from... "student loans--" [She spoke the phrase as if they tasted like a skag urine pizza.] -- to selling your face and body.
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Not as big as you'd think.
[Especially because he didn't really agree to be Jack's double. He came in for an interview and ended up with another man's face with no memory of what happened in between.]
But, hey, I'm just gonna be over here not judging you for whatever motivated you to become a murderous bandit. Because I'm a nice person.
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Bandit. [Another snort.] You really are one of Jack's, aren't you?
[A few more tittering laughs escaped her, before she finally straightened up. Whatever amusement had settled into her features was quickly chased away by a dark and furious look.]
For someone who claims to be above his influence, you really don't know much about him. [She shook her head, anger still burning in her eyes.]
So. What did he tell you?