“[color=ffe63d]…I just don't know anything about you as a [i]person[/i] and I never really got the chance to ask.[/color]”

[color=ec008c][i]Too late for that,[/i][/color] Roaki thought bitterly. [color=ec008c][i]Not talking to a person anymore.[/i][/color]

But that didn’t change anything. She was at Quinnlash’s torturously inexplicable mercy—what she thought of herself now didn’t matter. Person, pilot, worm, all of it was meaningless. She was a bundle of answers, waiting for the right questions.

These, however, did not seem like the right questions. 

Was it a game? Toy with her, make her divulge her life’s miseries on her way out? That seemed appropriately [i]merciful[/i]. But then, the girl had also offered to lay her own secrets bare. Tit for tat? Smart, if she thought about it. Roaki would be taking them all to her grave, anyway. Of course, normally she wouldn’t have given half a shit about knowing who Quinnlash was as a person. She’d never cared to know [i]any[/i] of her enemies, and none of them had cared to know her. That was the way things were—or at least, how they were supposed to be. 

But laying there, Roaki couldn’t help it. There was an almost animal curiosity within her. Quinnlash wasn’t just another enemy, Quinnlash had [i]beaten[/i] her. She was terrifyingly strong, and bafflingly cruel in ways that Roaki didn’t even understand, ways she had never seen and never dreamed of. How could she not want to know, even just a bit?

She fidgeted, lips pressed tightly together in a last ditch effort to maintain what little dignity remained. [i]Don’t play her game. Die silent.[/i] 

“[color=ec008c]…What happened to your eye?[/color]”