( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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[atlas_shrugged]

[ He does notice she doesn't walk beside him but he doesn't bring it up. He and Yulia have never really gotten the chance to get to know each other better. He hopes they will though.

He takes a drag of his cigarette. He really does hope they will. ]

We've never really got the chance to talk much, have we? And now you and Taning are off to leave for Kibo.

[bostova]

[ She takes a puff from her cigarette, then gives Brigade a look. ]

I am not the most talkative in the blade, Brigade.

[atlas_shrugged]

[ True. But ]

I know. [ He taps the ash from his cigarette ] But you and I don't really talk at all. [ There's a bit of sadness in his voice. ] Unlike you and the others.

[bostova]

[ She raises an eyebrow: So? ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ He notes the raised eyebrow and suppresses a sigh. Well, it was worth a shot.

He pulls out the bowie knife in its sheathe from his back pocket and tosses it toward Yulia. ]

[bostova]

[ She catches the knife, arm going out in reflex. She flourishes, knife still in its sheath, and ends with holding it out to Brigade, blade pointing toward her. ]

That is not how you throw knife.

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig chuckles ] Could be if you're not trying to kill someone with one. [ He smiles and chuckles again. ] I'm giving it to you, Yulia.

[bostova]

What for?

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Because combat and fighting seem to be the only way you and I ever communicate. ]

Because you're a friend. [ Half-happy, half-sad, all hopeful ]

[bostova]

[ She doesn't say it, doesn't tell Brigade that no, they aren't friends. That she doesn't consider him one. She wants to, but she stops herself. It wouldn't do good for the Blade.

She doesn't say 'thank you' either. What she does is unsheath the blowie knife, cigarette between her lips, and test it out, feel its weight, see how balanced it is. ]

At least you know how to pick a knife.

[atlas_shrugged]

I've found getting stabbed by different kinds builds a better appreciation you don't get by simply using them. [ Brig let's out a chuckle ]

[bostova]

Then you are an idiot for letting yourself get stabbed more than once.

[ And if that was a joke, she's definitely not amused. Whoops? ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig laughs at it. Totally oblivious to the fact it may not be a joke. Derp. ]

Well, so's running headfirst toward a tank with its cannon-sights aimed at you. But you gotta' go what you gotta' do. [ It's funny cause he's had to do it more than once. He chuckles again while unslinging his shield ]

Continue in the fresh air, or do we take it back inside?

[bostova]

[ If you were trying to earn points from her, that's not how to do it, Brig. She just rolls her eyes at your 'joke' and finishes her stick. ]

Inside is better. [ She'll go back in first. ]