Katarina leaned on the scythe, spinning the butt against the ground and shaking her head. It felt good to laugh. It really did. She'd need a lot more laughter in the coming days and weeks, and the company to share it with. All the same, an urge for solitude began to flare within her. As much as she loved debating anything and everything, it wasn't exactly a productive meeting they'd been having. The knife clearly wasn't hers, and she really only had one good question. It was, all things considered, quite a good one, but as neither she nor Rosemary seemed to have an answer for it, it wouldn't do to just stand and repeat herself once more.
"Oh, I'm not crazy yet. You'll now it when I'm crazy. I am one hun- ninety percent sane. Guaranteed." She gave another little giggle. It was still just too silly. Too surreal. Maybe she was going crazy. It wasn't like she'd know it, because going crazy meant twisting around your value system, but the only thing you could judge your value system with was itself. Like that joke where the guy walks into the doctor's and pokes himself everywhere and complains that it hurts, and the doctor tells him his finger's broken.
It was a fun little thought, but she'd put it away for the moment. She had half a mind to simply walk away, because things didn't seem to really be progressing between the two of them and it wasn't like Rosemary was going to be alive to stumble across her later and call her out on it, but on the other hand there were a hundred and fifty potential dangers around and Rosemary wasn't likely going to be alive to stumble across her later. And if she was being honest, because really from what she'd heard from the survivors the whole thing seemed to be about not pissing off random foreign kids with guns, she herself might not be around to stumble across a battered, bruised, and still-breathing Rosemary sometime in the future.
So the girl in front of her was worth at least the time of day, which was well past the threshold for people Katarina felt obliged to justify her positions to.
"For serious though, I'm not actively trying to play. I mean, I dunno what exactly your metric is. I did make a death threat, yeah, but I didn't really mean it. I think that's kinda par for the course, though, isn't it? I'm quite obviously not gonna kill you, but I'm not gonna ask how you slept, you know?"
"I'm gonna say, though, how many kids went in last time, and how many came out? Not a very freakin' good ratio, that's for sure. You're not gonna sit back and never have to think about stabbing anyone and just stumble your way into a spot where a hundred kids already bit it. And there's no time like the present to prepare, eh? But, like, I don't think we're really getting anywhere here. You're fine sitting on your knife and giving it to whoever you're too pansy to shank and I'm too sane to murder you for it, and I don't think there's much else to gain from trading disapproval back and forth."
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G065 KK Konipaski - "I killed a girl today. I think. And I didn't make a lot of friends with it. You don't bleed that much and walk away, I know that."
Skidded to a halt in the Central Park with the Basket-Hilted Rapier, Swordbreaker, Butterfly Knife, Stinger.
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B060 Matthew Young - "What brings you to the beach on this crappy day?"
Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
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G075 Tessa Blackridge - "Oh. ...I left quite a mess, didn't I?"
Staring down the cold hand of Death in the Bike Trails with the Pepper Spray
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.
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B055 Nick Reid - "Put that thing down, and neither of us have to die."
Troubled no more in the Mountains with the Molotov (x1), Estoc, Jutte
G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing
B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)