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Roxy shrugged. She supposed that was fair. Not that she cared about fairness. If the empath wanted to waste her time trying to teach her to cook. She wasn't going to refuse but she had little doubt it would be successful. She had tried to learn once but she didn't have the patience for it. She was better with mechanical things. She left the cooking to those who knew what they were doing. She didn't mind paying them for their knowledge.

"If you want to try you to teach me we can try. My last attempt to learn wasn't that successful." The throw a third knife before. Throwing helped destress her. Later she might move on to practicing with the her attack dummy. She needed to be active. She wasn't used to be still. Not working meant she needed to find something else to fill the time. Practicing was a good way to do that.
Roxy nodded. She had no idea how to support the empath. She had been alone most of her life. She had been raised independent. It was going to be a learning process and she had never been a quick learner. She would do her best though. It was all she could do. She had to find a way to life with Jess in her life. The empath would always be a part of her life no matter what. "That's good. I'll tell him we will be up this weekend than."

There was no point in putting it off. The sooner they went they sooner they could put it behind them. She turned her attention to her meal. She wasn't really hungry but she had learned long ago to eat when she had the opportunity. You never knew when it would come again. She still had a lot of work to do to catch up on the work from the weekend away. Not to mention she needed to try to get ahead for the next weekend away.
"I've never been to a water park so I can't really say." Roxy shrugged as she picked up another knife. She hadn't ever wanted the type birthday parties that other girls had. She knew that was impossible. Now she looked back and saw just how gullible she had been. No wander her father had been able to fool her for soon. She had known him better than anyone. She should have been prepared for what happened but she hadn't. She had been blind.

"No one taught me. My father simply gave me a set of throwing knives." He had told her that he expected her to be able to hit the center of the target by her next birthday. She had been so determined to prove herself that she had hit the center six months later. With that she graduated from a trainee to an operative."He said he expected me to be able to protect myself. So I did."
That's cool. Roxy always throws knives. I've never had a version of her that couldn't.
"Yes. I want you to chose. Jess because you have to live with the consequences of your actions. I don't want you to regret doing something. Nor do I want to feel responsible because you end up doing something you regret." Roxy stormed to the fridge she jerked the door open. "Yes I will have to deal with some of the consequences but no more than I would have had to deal with in a different situation." She explained. She didn't want to go into detail but she supposed that she owed Jess an explanation of some sort.

She leaned against the counter. "Look you are taking way too much blame for this situation. This crap isn't happening because your here. It would have happened one way or another. My father has been looking for a way to get me back into the business. He would have found something eventually. You need to stop feeling like you caused this because you didn't."
Roxy glared at Jess. "What part of don't let me influence your decision didn't you not understand?" She hadn't said that exactly but that's what she had been trying to say. "I don't want to be responsible for you choosing or not choosing what you do. You have to live with the consequences of your actions. That should be the only deciding factor. How it affects me shouldn't play a role in what you decide. I can handle whatever happens."

She wanted Jess to decide on her own. Until the empath did she wouldn't know how best to protect them. If the empath accepted her father's offer, which he wouldn't do until Jess' strength proved useful to him, then Roxy coUld focus on protecting the empath while disengaging herself from the world she hated. If the empath decided to decline her father's offer she could focus on defending the empath from her father's attack. He would push until he won or they proved them equal to him. She wanted to keep as close to the status quo of her agreement with her father until she knew what Jess wanted so she didn't force the empath into a place where she wasn't comfortable.
"I started throwing knives on my thirteenth birthday." Roxy answered as she picked up another knife. She remembered the day well. She had been so proud to get the throwing knives. She had thought they were a symbol that her father was starting to see that she could be a useful member of his organization. She had hoped from there she would be able to prove that she was worthy of being his heir. But things changed soon after that.

"The kitchen is all yours." Roxy assured Devika. She had no skill in the kitchen. She avoided it as much as possible. "I really don't have a preference when it comes to food. I'll eat anything." She preferred meat but since she couldn't cook it she didn't ask for it. She was curious how skilled Devika was not that it mattered. The other woman was obviously more comfortable in the kitchen than she would ever be.
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