Tell me that living means being strong (open, Ascendent)

[MirrorEdge]

"That's funny, miss." She chirped, tilting her head, pale blue optics sparking with amusement. "'Cause I'm not leaving you guys much of a choice in the matter. Let me make what I said a bit clearer, 'kay? Either I get him back to beat up myself, with you guys making it easy and boring, or I beat the shit out of anybody who says otherwise and drag his dead body out the door with me." The grin she said that with had malice hidden deep within it, even if Thea herself was unaware of it, and the spined tail draped over her front paws delicately, the tail tip twitching this way and that. She didn't really understand why she was so intent on it, crediting it to the fact she was the one who got to beat him up, since he often proved to be a challenge for her. Both of them had the scars to prove it. And that was something Thea craved, no matter what. A challenge. It was what she thrived on.

Please, lift a claw against me, anything. That was all that was going through Thea's warped mind at the moment. Or choose option two. I don't care.

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