[ Controlled is the word that Luv's presence in the nest likely brings to mind. Not constant, nothing so passive as her similarly synthetic broodmate K, but the active effort to encase in glass, to seal off and compartmentalize. To exhibit tranquility. She is efficient. She does her job. She only occasionally tries to put her broodmate through a wall.
At Spartacus's reassurance, her head tilts a few delicate degrees. Oh. He means to defend her. It still surprises her at times, that some of the more primitive humans don't seem to fully comprehend what she is. (Expendable, to most of humanity; better is the word Mr. Wallace would use.) ]
That won't be necessary.
[ She gives a placid smile. Her tracksuit is white, her boots well shined, and she looks not concerned in the least about sullying either as she steps up to square off beside him. ]
Could you explain what constitutes success, please?
[ Because she intends to. Succeed. She could kill these men, or incapacitate them, permanently or temporarily, quickly or slowly -- but which of those combinations will please a crowd isn't her area of expertise. It seems to be his. ]
pentara prime
At Spartacus's reassurance, her head tilts a few delicate degrees. Oh. He means to defend her. It still surprises her at times, that some of the more primitive humans don't seem to fully comprehend what she is. (Expendable, to most of humanity; better is the word Mr. Wallace would use.) ]
That won't be necessary.
[ She gives a placid smile. Her tracksuit is white, her boots well shined, and she looks not concerned in the least about sullying either as she steps up to square off beside him. ]
Could you explain what constitutes success, please?
[ Because she intends to. Succeed. She could kill these men, or incapacitate them, permanently or temporarily, quickly or slowly -- but which of those combinations will please a crowd isn't her area of expertise. It seems to be his. ]