>"Of course you haven't. If you had, you'd be dead. Civilized cannibals may be civilized, but they're still cannibals. Think with your head."
“Said I never met a civilized one,” she responded, tone edging somewhere between bemused and petulant, “Pretty sure I could not be lunch, though.” Geez, what was it with everybody acting like she couldn’t take care of herself, lately? Or, okay, not everybody because she’d only seen two real people who weren’t demonsick in the last... in a really long time, but still. It kind of felt like it was everybody, and it was starting to be really annoying.
>"You think I didn't hear them coming?"
“S’exactly what I think.” He hadn’t seemed alert enough to have known they were coming, and with that void in him she didn’t think he had any, like, super hearing - and demonsick could be silent, ‘cause they were smart and they knew how to slip around without sound if they had to, though most of the time they just formed packs and chased things down.
>"I can handle myself. I don't need you to 'save my life' - and yeah. It is stalking, because I don't want you here and I don't need you here. So do yourself a favor and scram before my powers come back."
His waiting posture got a raised eyebrow and a tilted head, and she stopped looking through her bag to watch him. He was acting like his powers were coming back right now, acting tough but he wasn’t, not right now. Probably not ever again. The whole charade was definitely a guy thing, though. Silly. “They’re not coming back. Gone now. Angels are gone, all that’s left is broken pieces. You’re alone, and they’re not coming back.” Harsh, probably, but at least her tone was soft, almost contemplative.
It was true - the angels had given up. She’d felt them leave, hadn’t even known most of them were there until there was this sudden feeling of absence, of vulnerability. One more step along the path of dark, one more little fall that broke her into tiny pieces she’d thought she’d never collect together again.
“I didn’t save your life for you, I saved you ‘cause I wanted to,” she said, frowning up at him, “So be happy.”
>"What kinda food?"
Jaina shoved some things in her bag aside, pulling out a handful of various protein bars, “Mostly these. Don’t go bad, don't need a can opener.” Not that having a can opener would really be required, with a lightsaber, but that was beside the point. The point really was that cans were heavy where these were not, and most of the canned food they had left were things like baked beans, and Jaina really wasn’t a fan, especially if there was nowhere to cook anything.