Night on the Town [OPEN]

[Angel]

Her breathing was still a bit ragged as he spoke, as she tried to calm herself down. Like most people she didn't exactly find it comforting to be angry or shouting, although not expressing things was not something she was particularly good at. She had to think about his words a little.. and try to understand exactly what it was that he was saying. It was her job to understand though. She had to know. She had to know it all.

Had he taken it back? Or had not? He had.. a little right? A little.. was it enough? How did she feel about his feeling? Knowing what he was saying was one thing.. knowing what she felt about what he was saying was another.

She stared at him, and kept on staring.. and kept on thinking.. and kept on feeling.

"It's okay.." where the first words that slipped out of her lips. They were true, that much she knew. "I.. I guess I didn't handle myself very well.."

Being around people like her had been her button since the time she truly understood what she was. It was a tragic experience was burned so vividly in her head that wouldn't let her forget. In a brain that could recall to clearly. The emotions that she felt easily on file. Staring at mirror reflections missing something.. important. Something that made her special. Something that made her Molly.

"I don't like shackles. I want to break them. If you want me too, I'll find a way to break yours too. If you want. If you aren't like K, who wears theirs like a badge." she said, looking unhappy with the person she was talking about. She had calmed down, and the look on her face was gentle now.. sympathetic and soft.

[Kismet]

Amal nodded, and the light began to fade once more. The frozen lines of fire zigzagging across his flesh withered and died, and they were left standing in darkness.

In silence once more.

In truth, Amal did not know what to say or do next. Both he and Molly had been affected in strange ways by their encounter, and both had had something vital and dear unearthed by the other. What role would they play in each other's futures, he could not yet say. But not knowing the next step was a common state of affairs for Amal, and it had never been something that had concerned him. There were no right or wrong paths. Moving in any direction would lead to...something.

No, the only real question was one of efficiency.

Even if Molly's offer led to nothing, it was still a new path. Company had never been something Amal Surt sought out, nor had it been something he'd ever particularly enjoyed. But it was an avenue that had not been pursued, and Molly possessed a fervor that he did not. The little girl from space was host to many surprises. Perhaps they would bring him closer to the answers he sought.

Finally he smiled. "No, I suppose neither of us did." He shook his head. "And no. I am not like this K of yours. Don't begrudge him too much though. There must be a comfort in knowing exactly who you are."