Chapter Six Page 25
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Reseda: . . . but my Master loved me enough not to ask me to.
Patrick: If your Master didn’t think he could ask something like that of you, then maybe you are the one who loved him not enough.
(This very moment, in the cell: )
Cybele: Do your worst! I love my Master and I will never give him up to you!
Police representative: Oh, we don’t have to “do” anything. The law is clear. We can leave you boxed up here indefinitely. Your controller will have to come straight to us if he ever wants to see you again.
HA! THAT is how you handle a haughty metanormal! “You don’t exist under the law”, I love it!
Aw, poor bunny. I hope she doesn’t break her bones to get out of there and get back to him. I somehow feel as if her master won’t be coming for her. Maybe she can contract with someone else?
All she needs to do is wait until her master die of old age. THEN she can contract someone else. It probably wouldn’t be best years of her life but whatever, after several masters she forgot about it …
I’m trying to wrap my head around Patrick’s response. Is he naturally masochistic or is this the abuse talking?
Or is he just a really REALLY intense warrior/achiever sort?
Because – while the regular run of folk may find that a bit ‘overboard’ it is not beyond the realm of normal humans. Houdini regularly dislocated bones in order to pull off his escapes.
I’d say it’s to do with his experience under his old master… Such environments can breed a personality that treats the self as limitless in giving. I know I was like that.
… Stupid dog. =_= No wonder I like cats better.
*sigh* But now I feel sorry for Cybele…
That’s a neat little way to use the box. I really have to wonder what’s in it for the Jewish guy, though.
Money probably. He could probably charge the city as much as he wants for being their “consultant” on Being related issues.