Meatslop: It's what's for breakfast, lunch, and dinner [Open]

[aboutthatevac]

It had been months since Stacy had released Sarah Kerrigan but the meatship hadn't seen very much of her. It wasn't because she preferred to spend her days alone, at least not solely. It was safer this way. For her and for everyone else on the ship. She had come clean to the Captain, given him a short explanation of her reign as the Queen of Blades. She knew that he could not legally imprison her for crimes she had committed in her own universe but she was still surprised that he hadn't arrested her on the spot. It's what he should have done. Murderers shouldn't go unpunished, especially not when they'd murdered billions people. But then just because Kerrigan wasn't behind locked away didn't mean she wasn't a prisoner. She didn't remember everything but what she did was played out in brief bursts. Images flashing into her mind before vanishing as quickly as they had come. But that was good. That was what she deserved. And slowly she became accustomed to this new life. Barely interacting with others, training, waking up wracked with sobs and shaking.

And then he came. One day. One day with Jim Raynor. Because Stacy hadn't tormented her enough.

If one were to speak in metaphors, you might say that there was a hole in her heart. Kerrigan would say that was a terrible metaphor as she no longer had one. It was more a reminder of what she was missing. What she could have been had the zerg not claimed her.

Now Kerrigan sat in the messhall. It was not as popular as it once was now that there was a supply of real food but it was not as empty as she would have liked. Usually Kerrigan ate quickly and left but today, and in fact every day since Stacy's surprise "gift" to the crew, she sat staring at her slop but not seeing it at all. You would expect more from a telepath. They were supposed to get lost in others' thoughts, not their own.

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[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

The discomfort from Kerrigan's physical hold on her began to show - but then again, Dhianeila wasn't the stubborn type to hide expressions of pain when she felt it.

Hands stained in blood - even her's were, when you looked at things from certain perspectives. Being a leader, having no choice but to fight to stay alive long enough to try and find answers, having those who believed in you, followed you, fought and died for you. Even hesitating to stop her own brothers from causing massacres had been a costly hesitance. She didn't know Kerrigan's story - the state of her world and the reasons why such acts had to be carried out. Whether or not Kerrigan wanted to do any of it or if she felt proud of that fact that she had now. Dhianeila didn't believe anybody would be.

So she responded, voice slightly cracked from the hand on her neck, but still sure. "I do."

[aboutthatevac]

Kerrigan's lips twisted as though she were about to growl. She squeezed Dhianeila's throat hard enough to cut off her breathing. And then, just as suddenly as she attacked, Kerrigan released her. She stood and walked away. Her entire body was shaking.

[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

She sat up, a hand rubbing at her throat as she coughed, taking in a few short breaths as if to calm her racing heart. Did she think Kerrigan would actually kill her? Not really. But that didn't mean Dhianeila was frightened by her actions. Frightened and worried and concerned all at the same time. Was she trying to prove something? Why was she be so insistent on others having such a terrible view on her because of her past? Maybe it was guilt; Dhianeila hated when the past had to have so much bearing on the present if a person truly wanted to move away from it, but that was exactly why guilt existed. And wasn't Kerrigan's relenting proof enough that she wasn't the monster she claimed to be?

She watched Kerrigan go without a word, or a call for her to not to leave. If the woman was so unstable and angry at the moment, it was probably best to let her be for the time being.