"Humans." Blaze shrugs, but there's a kind of affection in her voice.
Faced with the full breakfast, she gives a grim nod (in complete contrast to the way her mouth waters and her stomach growls at that smell). She digs in with a steady determination most people reserve for digging trenches. Maybe she's actually trying not to enjoy it.
She's deliberately not thinking on her moment of confusion at the cleaning bench; she'd rather not think about any of her current sensations, but there's nothing here she's allowed to hit. Hard to do that and eat, anyway. Suddenly the risks of talking to Hughes seem much less. Blaze eyes him as he starts on the next pack. She knows her own capacity; at this rate, he'll start to get pleasantly buzzed pretty soon. Pretty chatty, too. It's worth venturing some conversation to see if she can get him started. She's planning to put away all the food she can, and it'll help if he supplies the noise.
Blaze, too, can be more calculating than she normally appears.
"Don't really get how you do it, you know." She's still getting to grips with the cutlery, eyes on the bacon she's cutting. Thank Light for Hughes' muscle memory. "I always figured that's why they chose us from the dead. No family ties left, even if you weren't Exo. Only the fight. Makes it easier."
No-one to miss you, or be missed in the field. Only your brothers and sisters in arms, and who would abandon them?
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Faced with the full breakfast, she gives a grim nod (in complete contrast to the way her mouth waters and her stomach growls at that smell). She digs in with a steady determination most people reserve for digging trenches. Maybe she's actually trying not to enjoy it.
She's deliberately not thinking on her moment of confusion at the cleaning bench; she'd rather not think about any of her current sensations, but there's nothing here she's allowed to hit. Hard to do that and eat, anyway. Suddenly the risks of talking to Hughes seem much less. Blaze eyes him as he starts on the next pack. She knows her own capacity; at this rate, he'll start to get pleasantly buzzed pretty soon. Pretty chatty, too. It's worth venturing some conversation to see if she can get him started. She's planning to put away all the food she can, and it'll help if he supplies the noise.
Blaze, too, can be more calculating than she normally appears.
"Don't really get how you do it, you know." She's still getting to grips with the cutlery, eyes on the bacon she's cutting. Thank Light for Hughes' muscle memory. "I always figured that's why they chose us from the dead. No family ties left, even if you weren't Exo. Only the fight. Makes it easier."
No-one to miss you, or be missed in the field. Only your brothers and sisters in arms, and who would abandon them?