Re: Quicklog, Bioshock: Elena M & Cris M
[For Elena, there was nothing to say. Every panicked question that arose from the unveiling of divorce papers, they'd been asked and answered on the journals. She wasn't going to talk about it here. She wasn't going to question him about love in this world of greed and hate. She wasn't going to question him about promises made to God to family, not in a world where little girls were watched over by monstrous, metallic fathers. She certainly wasn't going to bring up Teresa, or berate him for leaving her with somebody who was a stranger to Elena. Even with the worry that screamed in her chest(a different kind of pain than that from the bullet wound), Elena tried not to think about Teresa, not in this land of twisted little girls. When she closed her eyes and thoughts of Teresa still got through her consciousness, Elena determinedly made the memory of her, the image of her smile, and the sound of her laugh, all of that... Elena made it the goal that propelled her forward, one foot in front of the other.
It took her a moment to realize that Cris had spoken to her. She'd expected silence, and the sound of his voice(not grizzled with annoyance or impatience that she could tell) sounded foreign. She blinked up at him, momentarily confused. Her eyes were lackluster with pupils that seemed dilated, or maybe it was just the dim nature of their surroundings. She crossed her arms to conceal her sporadic shivering, and kept the 9MM close to her chest.
Did she need to stop? Elena shook her head before finding her voice.]
No. Quiero seguir. [The words sounded like a hollow echo in her ears, and she blinked up at Cris again, shock pallor and nodding to confirm that she meant it. She just wanted out of here.]