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Mei

Pain. Darkness and pain. Was she dead now? Oh… How great. So she died in the end. But, do you really feel pain when you are dead? That doesn’t sound quite right. Mei tried to pick move around but gave up when the body protested too much. Well, this was probably not death then. She tried to open her eyes but only one opened. This was weird. What happened really?

She turned her head and stared into the wall, not her wallpaper. It took her a while to figure out where she was and mentally she let out an Oh , her face hurt she didn’t feel like moving it just to say something that stupid. She turned her head the other way and spotted Petra, not sure what to say or do she just stared at her. Her brain felt like mush.

In the end she hissed almost without moving her lips, “I’m sorry for all the trouble I brought you.”

It kind of felt like she should apologize, if Mei hadn’t showed up in her and gotten to be Petra’s cellmate Petra would been spared a lot of trouble. She didn’t even like Mei so the apology was well-deserved. Like really, Mei’s bad luck affected Petra too and Vega. It seemed like everyone who choose to socialize with her got infected by her bad luck. Great…

Dominique

She followed him to table, quite surprised by his choice but decided not to say anything in the end. It was a bit hard to talk over there either way, so it was better here if you looked at it from that angle. When he sat down she picked the place beside him, before thinking about it. It was just a reflex from before really and after she kind of felt a bit uncertain if that had been a wise choice. But moving now would be disrespectful and show that she hadn’t thought before getting seated. It would just make everything embarrassing.

As he began to speak she just nodded and smiled, she already knew that. It was that kind of information you easily could find on your own if you just visited the digital archives and searched his name. But it was always a good thing to ask what the other one has been doing, most people do appreciate that you take your time to listen to them personally.

"You know... I'm jealous of you, Dominique. I wish I could have had your job, out in the front lines with men tracking down terrorists. Damn, you’re so good I bet the council will soon ask you to join the firing squad."

Dominique sat there quietly and let her finger follow the edge of the glass. Not sure what to say really. So he did know what she had been doing the last couples of years? Well… She wasn’t really sure how to feel about it now since he talked about like she was fit for fight and just could jump into action like nothing had happened. Which wasn’t true. Even if she wished for it to be. When she thought about it, no one had ever mentioned what had happened to her squad that night. That was one of those news that never made it to the television. They had probably not made it to the archives, not open for anyone to read either way. So maybe it wasn’t so strange that Butch didn’t know.

"But no, I've been patrolling cell halls all my career. Sure, I volunteered here a couple times but that's because no division judge nor academy superior ever recommended me to a squad leader, though I scored high. I don't want to make this conversation about me, but this has been bothering me... Do you think they put me Morus because they think I'm a bad person? That would kill innocents on the front lines, where as in here, some would say nobody's innocent. It’s a sick joke, the man with power has been serving time in prisons the longest and has yet to escape. Dominique, can I ask you. Am I a bad person?"

Dominique gave him a small smile just to give herself the time to think over what to say, to say the wrong thing now didn’t seem like a good choice.

“Firstly, no one is born bad Butch. Not even the most evil humans on earth. That’s something you turn into because of what happens in your life. When we’re born we’re all just blank pieces of paper. Waiting to get colored by every little experience in life. Secondly, you are not a bad person. A bad person is one of those who can harm and end others without even flinching. They don’t care about what they do and do certainly not apologize afterwards. But you did apologize to Greg, right? That show that you do care about others, deep down.” She poked him in the chest over his heart, but this time with a soft smile. “I like to think of you as a teddy bear disguised as a grizzly.”

Dominique started to laugh, “Sorry. That sounded a bit weird I know, I just couldn’t think of any better way to describe it.”

She stared down in the red liquid and mumbled, “You know Butch there is nothing to be jealous about. Even if you think I would get asked to join those I know that would never happen. Well yes, I can still shoot. I was down and practiced for the first time in three years. Do you know how great it felt to be able to hold those guns one more time? I thought they never would let me do it again… But I also know now that there probably isn’t any chance for me to be able to get back. My shoulder is screwed. It started to hurt from only one push, now it hurts like hell. I mean it, the painkillers hasn’t kicked in yet.” She gave him a sad smile, “There really isn’t anything to be jealous about. I’m only dead weight now, so they just sent me here because they weren't able to patch me up.”