"One of those five times was me checking upon your clumsy ass barrelling straight down the windows and getting shot for it." She scoffed, retaliating with harsh words.
"I should have just ran." Marigold mumbled, crossing her hands. To be quite frank, it's what Valery told her to do, to run. But the girl herself couldn't believe that a person could survive that fall unprepared, ultimately she still had a very grounded perception.
And besides, why would she try to help her captors anyway? She had to hesitate for a second, but, why would she be hesitating? Not exactly wanting to loom on these thoughts, the girl continued.
"Besides, it's not about you helping me live through this, you have plans for me. Slavers too, want healthier slaves to get the best use out of them." A rather stern comparison, perhaps Marigold didn't view them as slavers, not traditional ones at the very least, but the situation she ended up in did bring up a sense of deja vu, although this time would be a cage of her own doing, rather than simple chance.
"Would you call that having best of intents? Sure, I guess the right word is.. uhh.." Again, she wasn't the best at arguing, most of her defense mechanism was saying stern things to others.
"Ulterior motives?" She spoke out, slowly. As if herself pondering on the meaning of the word.
"...Feels like we've been flying an eternity, when are we getting to the temple?" She'd speak after a moment of silence, much like an impatient child, well, one with a scorching burn that pained her quite a lot, though, it appeared that talking or being distracted by talking did ease the pain, must be a reason why she never seems to just... Stop talking.
Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble