She poured her own, smiling down at the glass. Diva didn't really care for beer, since she drank for the taste of liquor rather than how buzzed it got her. But she still sipped from it politely, fitting the unfitting idyllic scene of their picnic awaiting death.
"Ne, it's not that bad. I mean, without the Plane, I would be--Well, I guess I would be dead, since it's been so long since Nathan killed me. But what I was going to say was that I would still be Amshel's. I'd still be that person that Gene definitely hated."
It was said with fondness. Despite her past year, she still was more grateful to the Plane than any other because of the new life it had brought her.
"But then again," she added on, teasing, "I don't know if it's true anymore, but you did hate me for a really long time. So I was probably just a part of that headache! It's not my fault that Sam is charming, in his way. Goodness, you really were protective of him. Like when I took him to that fancy party and he didn't tell you? I thought you were going to hit him right in front of me!"
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"Ne, it's not that bad. I mean, without the Plane, I would be--Well, I guess I would be dead, since it's been so long since Nathan killed me. But what I was going to say was that I would still be Amshel's. I'd still be that person that Gene definitely hated."
It was said with fondness. Despite her past year, she still was more grateful to the Plane than any other because of the new life it had brought her.
"But then again," she added on, teasing, "I don't know if it's true anymore, but you did hate me for a really long time. So I was probably just a part of that headache! It's not my fault that Sam is charming, in his way. Goodness, you really were protective of him. Like when I took him to that fancy party and he didn't tell you? I thought you were going to hit him right in front of me!"