Shattered Milkbones

"Er, no, no, I do believe that was it." It was a lie of course, but trying to pry into what she was and why she was here was hardly polite after she'd healed him up, and he would undoubtedly be back here again thanks to his ability. He glanced over at Milk and noted with some surprise, that she was frowning. Throughout all of his encounter with the woman, she'd had a sort of neutral expression on, even when he'd managed to botch up a simple punch... had this really bothered her that much?

"Uh, you alright Milk?" he asked meekly. "I'm ready to go if you are."

Melivere dipped her head and exited the infirmary promptly.

@"King"

After the doctor left, Murphy turned back to Milk. "Hey uh, you alright Milk? I don't want to seem nosy but ya seem a bit put off by my blade, is something up? I mean, is something bothering you?"

Frankly, it was starting to freak him out. A woman who could probably punch a hole through the building was looking disconcertedly at his pocketknife. Did she have a problem with blades? He reached out hesitantly to take it back.

@"King"
"Knives are for the weak. I am ashamed you have one."

The words really shouldn't have hurt as much as they did. He didn't mind losing the knife, it was just some cheap knockoff he'd gotten from some convenience store. He didn't mind being called weak either, it was true after all. But Milk claiming to be ashamed that he owned the damn thing felt... awkward. She helped him through a series of misfortunes and the whole time hadn't shown or expressed any sort of emotion before he'd pulled it out, what the hell was he missing?

"All right, fair enough. You can break or throw away the thing if ya like. 's just a tool though." he withdrew his hand and slid it back into his pocket. "I mean, out of curiosity, what makes you believe that only the weak wield knives? Or do you mean weapons in general?" He had just seen first hand what her levels of strength were, did she assume everyone could get that strong simply through training? He pulled out the coin and played with it idly, his dark eyes watching hers carefully when she responded.

@"King"

Her display of strength was, as always, impressive in a slightly terrifying kind of way. Murphy's curiosity gave way to worry when her voice took on actual tone for once, though it was the flickering flames of rage in here eyes that made him take a step away from her instinctively. The smart thing to do would have been to just agree with her and finish the tour in peace, not to press the issue... though Murphy never did claim to be a smart man. "Or used by those to defend themselves against those who would use their strength to harm." he answered after a pause. "Not everyone is as strong as you Milk, nor as kind.

He looked out the window and motioned to the grounds outside. "Take this island for instance. This place is meant to help people with... gifts learn to better control them and adapt to a more normal lifestyle. In theory, there shouldn't be any individual who would lord their power over anyone else." He pointed to several fresh scars along his arms and legs, "Yet not ten minutes upon arrival I was chased down and attacked by some sort of bestial...thing... for no reason other than its amusement. I am weak, compared to you at least, but having that knife let me escape with mere scars rather than losing a limb or being killed outright. I don't disagree that knives are often used by those with less than pure intentions, but to attach that belief to anyone carrying a knife is logical folly."

Murphy shook his head again and looked back at the woman, trying to see what else lay behind those big brown eyes of hers. "You're a good person Milk, I apologize for the rant."

@"King"

Murphy was no stranger to seeing his life flash before his eyes. Thanks to his abilities, he'd almost grown accustomed to feeling his heart leaping up into his throat on occasion. Even still, he leaped backwards whens he screamed and struck the wall and ended up tumbling over a trash pail. From the ground he looked up at her in a mixture of terror and surprise. The bubbling happening under her skin had made his stomach turn, and it would be days, weeks even before he could forget how inhuman and alien it made her seem.

He didn't try to stop her as she sped off, it would have been pointless. She was stronger than he by a landslide, and he'd likely just pissed her off enough that she'd not listen to anything he said afterwards. Maybe... maybe for once he should have just shut up and nodded and gone with her. No, he chastised himself, to not speak on behalf of your beliefs is no better than betraying them directly. Still, he'd fucked up royally this time but as he sat there shaking, his initial fear began to give way to determination.

This wasn't over, not by a bloody long shot.