"We're all going to die.. Really...? I was under the impression
that a few of us would find ways to... use what we have... and not
depend on the full extent of our powers... to escape, or at least,
stop this idiot from shooting us, as he's shown he's ever so fond
of doing," she said, speaking almost disturbingly calmly for
someone who was preparing to tear off her own arm.
"But, well, most of us are quite young, and if I remember
correctly," she said, her voice suddenly sharpening, "young ones do
not normally die of natural causes."
"You're implying as s-..." She cut herself off. Taking a breath,
she added, "It seems I misunderstood. Please, find it in your
feline heart to forgive me, however annoying I may be, reading too
far into every single sentence that escapes your mouth, no matter
how trivial it may be. Force of habit."
"I believe that's a mission we all may accomplish together, if our
attempts are sufficient," she said, her British accent that she'd
acquired over the years making way for a tone of excitement.
"But.. how vain they must be to believe their thoughts are always
in the right... And how brainless you must be to think the same...
Ah, if only certain people were to believe that there is a level of
intelligence above their own, that they are not always correct..."
She said.
"I never said I wouldn't try... But that's only because if
I'm gonna be trapped, I might as well hurt the ones who're trapping
me as much as I can." Stella replied.