No. I'd started planning it before I realized my priorities were misguided. But if I had dropped it, I would've looked suspicious, and I really did want to avoid this.
[Ripley narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. She doesn't look satisfied with that, but she'll take it.]
What I don't understand is why you didn't attack Akira or...anyone else in that room. They were all right there--I passed out, I wouldn't have been any the wiser.
[Ripley lets out a frustrated growl. She opens her mouth to speak, then decides against it. She shakes her head, gripping her hands tighter around her arms.]
Fine. One last question.
[...] Can you at least bandage up your wounds? You look like an absolute nightmare right now.
No, you won't. Because we're going to defeat you. We're going to kick your goddamn ass all the way to whatever pit of hell you crawled from, and you're going to burn for your fucking crimes!
[As she speaks her voice rises in volume to the point that she's practically shouting, her face contorted into an expression of rage.
She hesitates for a moment, seemingly realizing what she's doing before letting out a frustrated yell, slamming her fist against the door. She turns to leave, her voice cold and contained yet again.]
[Ripley doesn't answer, though her shoulders visibly tense. She doesn't want to give the Bargest the satisfaction of answering.
She stalks out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind her. Sorry, Makoto. She's not being sympathetic towards any monsters, today, nor anytime in the future.]
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What I don't understand is why you didn't attack Akira or...anyone else in that room. They were all right there--I passed out, I wouldn't have been any the wiser.
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Fine. One last question.
[...] Can you at least bandage up your wounds? You look like an absolute nightmare right now.
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[honestly??? she hopes it's worse.]
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No, you won't. Because we're going to defeat you. We're going to kick your goddamn ass all the way to whatever pit of hell you crawled from, and you're going to burn for your fucking crimes!
[As she speaks her voice rises in volume to the point that she's practically shouting, her face contorted into an expression of rage.
She hesitates for a moment, seemingly realizing what she's doing before letting out a frustrated yell, slamming her fist against the door. She turns to leave, her voice cold and contained yet again.]
Tell your mafia friends I'll be waiting for them.
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She stalks out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind her. Sorry, Makoto. She's not being sympathetic towards any monsters, today, nor anytime in the future.]