[Oh boy. She'd known it was coming, and yet she'd had to poke that sore spot anyway. Why don't you ever learn, Mason?]
[As Liquid launched into his spiel, Heather threw up her hands, turning to the side and pacing-- well, sort of pacing. Walked back and forth in tight little lines, like a caged tiger, with one hand to her temple and a really, really annoyed expression on her face.]
Yeah.... yeah... yeah, maybe you were made to be a gun--
[And then soooomething inside Heather's frazzled, overworked brain put on goggles, said 'Fuck this shit', and hit a switch.]
You know what I was made to be? A fucking DOOMSDAY DEVICE. That's what I was born as, but I decided I had BETTER shit to do!
[... And then she looked sort of surprised at herself. That... had totally been supposed to come out as 'But that's wrong, you can decide to be something else!' Whoops.]
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[As Liquid launched into his spiel, Heather threw up her hands, turning to the side and pacing-- well, sort of pacing. Walked back and forth in tight little lines, like a caged tiger, with one hand to her temple and a really, really annoyed expression on her face.]
Yeah.... yeah... yeah, maybe you were made to be a gun--
[And then soooomething inside Heather's frazzled, overworked brain put on goggles, said 'Fuck this shit', and hit a switch.]
You know what I was made to be? A fucking DOOMSDAY DEVICE. That's what I was born as, but I decided I had BETTER shit to do!
[... And then she looked sort of surprised at herself. That... had totally been supposed to come out as 'But that's wrong, you can decide to be something else!' Whoops.]