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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
At some point, Willow started drifting in and out of awareness. She was pretty sure that she stayed conscious through it all, but she knew she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. Especially when they were suddenly going upstairs, when she hadn't even noticed them entering a building. Her mind has been as sharp as ever until that point, but the edges were starting to dull. Probably due to the adrenaline wearing off. There was another rush of adrenaline as Shadow put her down, but her limbs were just too heavy to move at that point. And then she was lifted again as she was carried into the girl's apartment.
She was put down on the couch, then left alone briefly as Shadow went off to do something. it gave her time to fully appraise her situation. She wasn't going anywhere, not until whatever hellish cocktail of drugs that was currently in her circulatory system was filtered out enough for her to move. She needed to be careful not to let her mind get to such a point that she would give away any information too easily. It had crossed her mind that this could all be some trick. But she was pretty sure she still had a knife in one of her boots, so if it was a trap, she still had a way to defend herself. She had to assume her powers were going to be offline for the foreseeable future. Not permanently, hopefully, but for as long as 24 hours.
Then the girl came back and started speaking to her. Willow was about to keep her vow of silence, then second guessed it. Assuming this had nothing to do with Shadow, the girl wanted to help her. Willow didn't know what cocktail of drugs was in her system or how her body would react to it. It would therefore make sense to warn the hero of that, just in case Willow started to have a seizure or choke on her own vomit or something. She really, really didn't want to die on a hero's couch. The irony would probably forever pursue her.
"I... don't know," she forced out. "Those guys, they shot something into my neck. Drugs of some kind. Dunno what they are," she added. She took the glass, her hands shaking slightly from the effort. She was thirsty, but reminded herself that, seeing as her mobility was impaired and she was in a stranger's home, drinking a whole glass of water wasn't the best idea. She sipped at it, as slowly as she could manage. "Thank you," she said, as the girl turned away. Willow might have a hatred for heroes in general, but her life had been saved. She may have been a thief, but she did believe in honour among thieves. And even if Spectre was a tad proud, Willow was not.
She was put down on the couch, then left alone briefly as Shadow went off to do something. it gave her time to fully appraise her situation. She wasn't going anywhere, not until whatever hellish cocktail of drugs that was currently in her circulatory system was filtered out enough for her to move. She needed to be careful not to let her mind get to such a point that she would give away any information too easily. It had crossed her mind that this could all be some trick. But she was pretty sure she still had a knife in one of her boots, so if it was a trap, she still had a way to defend herself. She had to assume her powers were going to be offline for the foreseeable future. Not permanently, hopefully, but for as long as 24 hours.
Then the girl came back and started speaking to her. Willow was about to keep her vow of silence, then second guessed it. Assuming this had nothing to do with Shadow, the girl wanted to help her. Willow didn't know what cocktail of drugs was in her system or how her body would react to it. It would therefore make sense to warn the hero of that, just in case Willow started to have a seizure or choke on her own vomit or something. She really, really didn't want to die on a hero's couch. The irony would probably forever pursue her.
"I... don't know," she forced out. "Those guys, they shot something into my neck. Drugs of some kind. Dunno what they are," she added. She took the glass, her hands shaking slightly from the effort. She was thirsty, but reminded herself that, seeing as her mobility was impaired and she was in a stranger's home, drinking a whole glass of water wasn't the best idea. She sipped at it, as slowly as she could manage. "Thank you," she said, as the girl turned away. Willow might have a hatred for heroes in general, but her life had been saved. She may have been a thief, but she did believe in honour among thieves. And even if Spectre was a tad proud, Willow was not.