She doesn't want to admit how much she hadn't liked that, how frustrating she'd found it. Because part of why she'd allowed it was to make that frustration, to have those examples to point to. That didn't mean she hadn't disliked it, after all.
"That will be nice."
She won't bother her as she uses her communicator.
She considers that, and looks to Nadja for a long time before she speaks again.
"I'm happy that you're my warden."
She already feels intensely for Nadja: intense affection, and with it, intense anger and hatred. How dare this woman make her feel things against her wishes? How dare she do that while she's had her power taken from her? How dare she make her like her?
To be with the Hero of Hell. To die by his blade and no longer exist or to control him and use his power to make the world perfect. She'd been very clear about her intentions and she can't imagine the folder would be unclear about that.
"Some mice might be nice. Something small I could keep in my room easily."
Not that he intends to keep them in her room. She intends to use them around the ship. But they would also be soft and fuzzy and sweet to hold and cuddle with.
"But I could also take in one of the animals from the vet clinic."
She thinks for a minute and then gets up to leave the room. "Stay here a moment."
When Nadja returns, she's bearing the angry-looking bearskin rug with head attached, that she puts over Makima's shoulders, lap, and legs.
"This is the bear that murdered my mother. I later came back to kill him and skin him. Now I will give him to you, so you can know that some part of me will always be there to protect you."
Nadja nods, pleased she could make Makima at least a little bit more comfortable. The bear is snarling but its pelt is very soft. It's been expertly taxidermied, probably by Nadja herself.
"It will keep you company until we can get you some adorable little animals."
Makima can carry the bear. It's just... a lot and she doesn't want to drag it on the ground. She'll probably put it on the ground in her cabin, though. And lay on it a lot.
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"That will be nice."
She won't bother her as she uses her communicator.
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Well, some control over things?
"Thank you, Nadja."
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"Of course. I want you to succeed, darling."
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"Do you know what that would be?"
Her success. Her satisfaction.
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"Well, we can work on little things first. Are you happy right now?"
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"I'm happy that you're my warden."
She already feels intensely for Nadja: intense affection, and with it, intense anger and hatred. How dare this woman make her feel things against her wishes? How dare she do that while she's had her power taken from her? How dare she make her like her?
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"And I am happy you are my inmate. But the reason I am asking is if we find out what makes you unhappy, I can help think of ways to make it better."
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"You know what I want, though."
To be with the Hero of Hell. To die by his blade and no longer exist or to control him and use his power to make the world perfect. She'd been very clear about her intentions and she can't imagine the folder would be unclear about that.
"I wouldn't mind some pets."
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"Some mice might be nice. Something small I could keep in my room easily."
Not that he intends to keep them in her room. She intends to use them around the ship. But they would also be soft and fuzzy and sweet to hold and cuddle with.
"But I could also take in one of the animals from the vet clinic."
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"You know my husband Laszlo has a very keen ability with all animals. We could ask him."
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She doesn't like being alone. At all. Even a little bit. If she's honest, this has been one of the hardest things since she came here.
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When Nadja returns, she's bearing the angry-looking bearskin rug with head attached, that she puts over Makima's shoulders, lap, and legs.
"This is the bear that murdered my mother. I later came back to kill him and skin him. Now I will give him to you, so you can know that some part of me will always be there to protect you."
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She looks... tiny. Almost adorable underneath the bearskin rug. And when she hears the story?
She almost feels sick with the mix of warmth and rage. With how much it makes her feel and how much she hates that she's being made to feel something.
She's surprised when she finds her own hand sliding over the fur, testing it, seeing whether it's soft or coarse.
She looks up at Nadja and her eyes are carefully blank. Very carefully.
"Thank you, Nadja."
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"It will keep you company until we can get you some adorable little animals."
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She wants to rip it to shreds.
She can't do the second one because it would hurt Nadja.
She wants to hurt Nadja.
She wants to get her gun back.
But she hates that she has to get it through Nadja.
"I should probably bring it back to my cabin."
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"Yes. This was a lot for one day."
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And then ignore it for a while.
"Yes. For both of us, I'd think."
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"And I will expect the Admiral to get back to us shortly. Here we are! Now, take good care of him, he's a maneater."
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Nadja, delighted, giggles and holds the door open for her.
"Go rest, my little maneater. We will talk again soon."
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