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[b][ Liverpool, England ]
[ January 25th, 01:00AM ][/b][/center]
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The lack of chance to consume her kills grated on Fourteen as she walked side by side with her Handler. Regardless of their mission, objective, or whatever else he wanted to call it, he had been right in consideration of her attitude to those she killed - she hated being wasteful. Not because she wished to prolong her losing control - although she enjoyed the chance to extend it to four weeks as opposed to two, it was something she could cope with. It was because Fourteen didn't like killing in the first place. But on top of that, deaths in vain were the worst imaginable. If she had to kill, eating would always be her port of call.

Social anxiety, therefore, was a misrepresentation on his part of her personality. It wasn't that she was bashful. Fourteen simply attempted to distance herself from the act of killing as best she could, retreating into herself whenever possible on their outings. Despite the frustration that had begun to build, at her her Handler for forcing her to kill those people in vain, she took some comfort in his voice, and his presence, always at her side. The dissonance wasn't as lonely with him around, and in some capacity she was grateful, all the walk to the docks.

[colour=RosyBrown]"That would be nice,"[/colour] Fourteen replied, as she cleared and reloaded one of the handguns looted from the bodies previous. She eyed the veritable compound, counting the different men and women she saw by the nuances in their attire, weapons, and other subtle, yet distinguishing features. If there were any killings missions that she could abide by, without emotionally removing herself from the scene, it was those like these. Assassination jobs or there-about's, executing those that weighed upon the scales of evil, and perpetrated sin across their lands. Even if Fourteen wasn't allowed to consume them, their deaths would not be in vain, [colour=RosyBrown]"If you take point I'll make them all look at me. And if he runs, I'll find him."

But why him, Father?"[/colour] she asked, hanging back for a second before beginning her assault, [colour=RosyBrown]"He causes trouble, which makes England weaker, right..? More men like him makes it easier for The Church to do things here, so why do they want him dead when he helps, even if he isn't meaning to? Just because he's bad? I want to kill him because he's bad, but I'm confused..."[/colour]