Team Justyx

[James Justice]

What happens when two very flirtatious, very criminally-minded people of the opposite gender meet? They eventually date each other. James had known her, set up deals for her and, even worked with her. Eh, what was wrong with a little work place romance?

James knew he had several of his employees running bets on this one. Some were saying he would kiss her in the first few minutes, others he would bed her by the end of the night. A few who knew the leather clad counterpart better were saying it would be two weeks before they go to the steamy stuff.

Either way the spacer didn't care all too much. She was a damn good friend and a hellva an ally. If things worked out, amazing. If not, then it wouldn't be the first time he found himself working with someone he had dated and it hadn't worked out.

The place was Nar Shadaa. The plan was to be drunk, wild, and commit as many criminal activities by the time the sun came up. The spacer hadn't even brought his own speeder as he stood waiting outside the club. That speeder would be hotwirred for a joyride later. It was just like old times again; his leather jacket, his DeathHammer heavy blaster, and a night ahead of debauchery ahead of them. The spacer hadn't even brought his own cigarettes, lighter, or a tin cred.

He smiled. [member="Nyx"] would be along any minute now.

 

[Nyx]

Everyone knew it was coming. You had to be stupid to not see the two criminal titans eventually coming together. She had worked with [member="James Justice"] for a bit, now, and she had been planning to act if he hadn't.
Back at the Rat Hole, her gang had given her extensive advice on how to act on the date. Nyx had been through many partners, but her last true lover had been. . . inexperienced, to say the least. She was a woman of hook ups, of one night stands; the last true date she had been on had been in her early teenage years, and neither of them really knew what the hell they were doing. However, she had faith in her partner in crime and his ability to show her a good time.

Nyx brought naught with her but her fists. She was confident that her pugilist ability could handle anything life threw at them that day. She also wore her signature jacket, showcasing her tattoos on her arms. She strode to the arranged meeting spot, and grinned as she saw him.
"Well, hello, James. Fancy seeing you here. Come here often?"
She figured a bit of humor would start the evening off right.

 

[James Justice]

James gave her one of his signature charming smiles, "I just might now; looks like the women here be gorgeous."

He offered her an arm and began strolling down the street with them, "So, I were thinking, I looked up the local record for the most crimes committed by a couple on a date in one night. The amount was 214. I were thinking we could easily break that, maybe double it if ye want," he chuckled.

One of his hands subconsciously reached into his pocket for--right no cigarettes. Damn. He looked along and spotted a man in a nearby ally taking a smoke.

"One moment, [member="Nyx"]," James said with a wink.

He came closer to the man, and gave him a wide grin, "Eh mate, could ye spare a light?"

The man eyed James suspiciously, 'N--"

The spacer's DeathHammer came up in a pistol-whip that knocked the man unconsious. James fished out half a pack of cigs and the lighter before sauntering back to his date, offering her a light, "Assault and robbery, that's two."

 

[Nyx]

This was so much better than some dinner date like her old boyfriend would have taken her on. It would be good to get away from all the Dark Side chit and conflicts with her sister for a bit, and do some good old fashioned crime. To take a break from the voices in the back of her head telling her to destroy things, and kill the ones she loved. Yes, this was exactly what she needed.
"214, eh? I'm sure we can break that record in no time, Jamie."
Nyx grinned as she spotted someone with a damn good looking speeder nearby. Hot red, sleek, everything an orphan could have hoped for. Smiling at her date, she said simply: "Watch and learn."

The Rhodian in the speeder scowled at her as she approached, taking a break from the spice he was currently doing.
"What the hell are you-"
Her fist slammed into the side of his head, catching him off guard. She grabbed his antennae and slammed his head into the steering wheel several times, splattering blood onto herself and the speeder. She opened the side door and let his unconscious body tumble out.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
She stepped into the speeder, motioning for her date to come with.
"Grand theft auto and assault. Another two under our belt. Feel like breaking some traffic laws?"
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James watched and shook his head in a combination of admiration and lust. That was all he needed to see. He came and catapulted himself into the driver's seat. Keys in hand he started the ride with a flirtatious wink. "Good job, babe. Let's see if I can top that."

The speeder roared off wildly, smashing through two parking meters. A pedestrian found themselves on the wrong end of the sidewalk and were ran over with a klunk. James gave a wild laugh and let the top down. The air whipped his hair wildly. James spied a bottle of ale on the floorboard. Popping it open he took a swig before offering it to Nyx.

"Enjoy," he shouted as they blew through a red light.

Out of nowhere a speeder smashed into their side and send them into a fish-tail into a convenience store, all it did was elicit a loud laugh of approval.

"Let's see, speeding, red light, destruction of private property, assault with battery, destruction of public property and," he looked and saw the driver from the damaged speeder begin marching towards them with a pipe. His passenger was not far behind with a heavy chain. "And it looks like it's ye turn, babe."

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Now, this was living! Nyx laughed loudly, feeling the wind whip through her hair as they sped through the Nar Shaddaa streets. She was an adrenaline junkie, through and through, and lived for things like this. She wasn't doing it right if there wasn't a chance of her being horrifically maimed or killed, in her book.
She took the bottle from [member="James Justice"] with a hearty grin, immediately draining near half of it. This was already better than any of the dates she had ever been on. The urchins of Coruscant were good in a fight, but they just didn't know how to treat a lady; not like James did, at any rate. She had to admit, she was having more fun now than she had in years.
The young woman laughed along with her date as they crashed into the convenience store, finishing the bottle. As the two drivers of the other speeder approached, and James gave her the go-ahead, Nyx grinned madly.
"My pleasure, babe."

She flipped the bottle in her hand, grasping it by it's neck as she sauntered to her opponents. The lead tried to strike with the pipe, but Nyx was encouraged by adrenaline and alcohol, and was gone by the time the pipe reached the space where she used to be. She smashed the bottle across his face, glass flying as he was stunned. Her leg came up in a roundhouse kick to his jaw as the passenger sung the chain at her. She held up her arm and allowed the chain to wrap around her arm. As they were still stunned from the move, the hand with the broken bottle came around, plunging it into their shoulder. Their cries of pain were cut off by her fist sending them into sweet blissful unconsciousness.

She gave one final kick to the sleeping person before looking back at James with a manic grin.
"Two counts of assault with a deadly weapon. And-"
She rifled through their pockets, and came up with a few credits.
"Robbery. We are two naughty naughty people."

 

[James Justice]

James didn't even bother getting out of the vehicle as she beat the two poor bastards senseless. As she sank the glass bottle into her second victim's shoulder he let out a cat call.

"Whoo babe, dat arse," he shouted flirty as she bent over.

He looked to the convince store they had slammed into. Waste not want not, after all. The spacer lept over the totaled speeder and began pillaging the store. He grabbed a set of candy bars, candied Juji berries, a few cold beers and the cash register of course. With his armful of goodies he sauntered to [member="Nyx"] with an impish grin on his face, "Take what ye want, babe, on the house."

The thrill of it all. Damn, he loved this sort of thing, and they were just getting started. He cracked a bottle of beer open and chugged half of it, tossing the rest onto the speeder. The glass bottle shattered, splattering glass and alcohol all over the vessel. Waste not want not. He opened a candy bar for himself and tossed the unwanted stolen goods onto their growing burn pile. Fishing the liter from his pocket, James offered it to his date, letting his other hand venture a squeeze on her hinder-most quarters, "Would ye like to do the honors, babe?"

 

[Nyx]

"Why, don't mind if I do."
Nyx looked through the store, seeing if there was anything she liked. She spotted a case of expensive candies, and had to stop herself from squealing. She remembered staring through the window of a store like this as a child on Coruscant, staring at a case of candy just like this, but not having the courage nor strength to steal it in her malnourished child form. But she wasn't a helpless naive girl on Coruscant, anymore. She was Fething Nyx, and she took what she wanted, be it a man or materials. So she took the candy, cracking it open and popping one in her mouth. Tasted like chit, but it was the principle that mattered.

Nyx had never had this much fun with someone, before. Around [member="James Justice"], she didn't have to be the leader of the Street Rats, she didn't have to be a Dark Jedi. Around James, she could just be Nyx, a woman looking for a good time between the hells that made up her life, nowadays. The voices in her head told her he would leave her like all the rest did, that he would only break her heart once he got he wanted. And maybe he would. She knew he was seeing other women, and Nyx didn't really care. The time she spent with him now was good enough for her, damn the future.
So it was with great relish that she purred with his hand on her, and tossed the lighter onto pile, watching it ignite into roaring flames as she lay her head on his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the fire. Life was good, for now, and that's all she gave a feth about.

 

[James Justice]

James could more than feel the glee coming from her body. That was what it was about wasn't it? Making the moment count, never letting things get too serious and enjoying it while he could. God forbid he undergo another heartbreak like Sasha and Leighlah.

Ugh, none of that right now. He watched the speeder set in flames, quickly being devoured. Wasn't it a metaphor for his love life? Bright, hot, and always short in the flame. That was his life, he supposed. Didn't matter too much what happened in between, and every woman he hit on knew who he was. It wasn't like he was no-name face Joe anymore. He was James Justice damn it, and he would one day be the strait up king of the underworld.

Would there be a Queen to rule by his side? Nope. But there would be a harem of princesses.

"Arson," he whispered pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her body. He looked deep into her dazzling eyes and smiled. "We've got a ways to go, babe."

He gave her lips a quick peck before pulling her along. The night was young damn it, and they would have fun. He saw a set of gang members on the corner. What were they carrying? Gliterstim? It didn't matter they wouldn't be carrying it much longer. He gave a wink, "Let's have some fun."

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx smiled as he drew her close, wrapping his arms around her, her returning the favor. Their eyes locked, and Nyx shivered in delight. Gods, she could look into those brown eyes for the rest of her life and die a happy woman. She had been with many men and women, but this had to be the first time she felt she'd truly been with someone. Chances were he was this way with every woman he took out, but she didn't care, and never would. She could feel him worming his way into her heart, and that scared her. Her mind flashed back to seven years ago, watching her first love's throat slit open with a shard of glass, because of her, because of the life she had chosen. She remembered holding his dying body in her arms, blood pouring onto her, forever staining her. Even today, she felt that blood on her hands.
[member="James Justice"] wouldn't end like that. She would die herself before she let that happen to someone else.
Then his lips were on hers, for just a moment, and her soul cried out in happiness. For a moment, she tasted him, and it was a thousand times better than the candies from just a minute ago. Gods, he made her feel things she had never felt before; he made her feel like an innocent teenager on her first time after curfew.

Then it was over, and he was pulling her along the street, looking for more trouble to get into. She could be on board with that.
He pointed to some gangster posers, and Nyx grinned.
"You take the two on the right, I've got the three on the left."
Without another word, Nyx barreled into the middle of her chosen targets with a loud warcry, making his friends cry out in surprise. Tonight just kept getting better and better.

 

[James Justice]

"I wanted the three," James protested as he charged in with her.

Ah well, she had spunk and he liked it. The two men were utterly surprised at this assault. At first James' hand instinctively went to his weapon, but he changed his mind. Fists would work.

The first drew a knife, giving a wide upward swing at James' torso. The spacer easily sidestepped the blow and gave the poor fool an uppercut slam to the jaw. The man took a reeling step back as his wookiee friend lurched in. Damn. It had to be a wookiee?!? The alien grabbed James forearms and began lifting him off the ground, yanking the limbs. On the way upwarrd, James' foot found the hairry being's groin, the universal weak-spot that sent it doubling back. He pressed the advantage, bringing his fist down on its head in a heavy hammer-fist. As the wookie fell, James moved to crush his skull, but the man with the knife stepped in as pesk, stabbing at James' middle. The spacer's hand wrapped around its wrist, another twisted it around, making the blade dig into its owner's torso.

James' victim screamed in agony as the spacer grabbed the knife, full offensive. Twisting the blade he removed it before stabbing and--
being bearhugged by the wookie and being lifted high into the air. The spacer could feel his lungs being crushed in the massive death embrace. His eyes looked at @Nyx.

Well a little theatrics never hurt anyone. James rammed the knife in a series of rabid punch-like stabs into the wookie's arms. Blood began flowing from them as roars flowed from the wookie's lips. James landed on his feet gasping for air before twisting on his heel. The knife left his fingers in a hurl that guided by the Force landed in the wookie's skull. The dead beast fell at last and James collapsed panting, "Force. Damn it."

 

[Nyx]

After she tackled the first one, she swung her legs around to sweep the other's feet from under them, bringing all of them to the ground. Still on top of the first one, she wrapped her leg around his neck, cutting off his airflow. She choke him into unconsciousness, then used her hands to flip back onto her feet, the other two getting up, mad as hell. Good.
One came at her from the left, one from the right, both wielding large knives. The left slashed at her exposed arm, the right aiming at her torso. Knowing she couldn't deflect both at once, she allowed the left to slice open her arm, while twisting to avoid the right slash. Her arm stinging with pain, she punched the left attacker in the jaw, stealing away the knife just in time to dodge a backstab from the other one. She held the knife in a tight grip close to her body, her eyes narrowed at her adversary. She may prefer fists, but she was certainly no stranger to a knife fight.

They went at each other with speed, their blades nicking each other constantly, covering their bodies in small slashes. This one was rather good with a knife, she decided. They circled each other, their eyes locking. Nyx could hear [member="James Justice"]'s fight, and wanted to step in, but taking her eyes off this bastard for a moment wouldn't end well for her.
He came at her again, and Nyx had an idea. As his knife came down in an arc, she moved so that the blade sunk into her left thigh, stunning her attacker. Acting before the adrenaline wore off and the pain hit her, she countered him with a stab to the stomach, moving behind him and grabbing his neck, choking him briefly before ending the confrontation by snapping his neck.

Nyx took a deep breath and removed the knife, wincing. Acting quickly, she removed her jacket and tore off the sleeve from her red t-shirt, using the cloth to wrap her wound. She then limped over to her date, and collapsed beside him, her mouth twisted into a smile as she stared at him.
"You really know how to treat a girl, James. Haven't had a fight like that in a good while."

 

[James Justice]

James really only had two rules; don't let the date get stabbed on the first night and don't let her run into an ex. With all the broads he had dated the second was more of good advice.

Catching his breath, the Criminal extrodinare absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair a few times. James had to get her some medical attention, and he wasn't about to take no for answer as he wracked his brain for ideas. He remembered seeing a clinic a few blocks up the road, he could easily carry her there.

"Any time, babe," he said at last, concern tainting his voice.

He gave her cheek a kiss before picking Nyx up. She was a pretty light chick for a brawler, not that he was surprised. Holding her close to his chest, his feet began slapping the pavement as he sprinted to the clinic. Faster. Faster. Faster. He hadn't run like this he had discovered Brook existed and she was shot at by the Prosecutor. Good thing he had great cardio.

They came to a halt at the clinic. James held her tighter in his arms as he kicked the glass door in. It shattered into a thousand tinny pieces all over the floor. The place was closed. He stumbled in, through the waiting room into one of the examining rooms. Setting her delicately on the table he began quickly rummaging for supplies in the cabinets. His face contorted in concern. Nyx was a good girl. She was sweet, and good and kind and damn it he let her get stabbed in a fething fight on the date night. Feth. Feth. Feth. He threw a pack of gause and a needle on the counter, slamming the drawer shut harder than needed. He had to calm down and he knew it.

A few moments later he looked to [member="Nyx"] with a wry grin to mask his concern. He sank a needle of bacta into her thigh, shaking his head.

"I were hoping to put something else in ye tonight babe," James said playfully as the bacta deposited itself into her wounded leg. "Maybe I still can before all this is over."

He pulled her close again for a second kiss, this one on the forehead. For the love of the Force, please get better.

He gingerly removed her makeshift bandage and began wrapping her wound properly.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx leaned back and closed her eyes as James ran his hands through her hair, one of the few people she would allow to touch her hair. She was rather proud of that hair, dammit. This was turning out to be one fun night.
She smiled as he pecked her cheek, then gave a small yelp of surprise as he picked her up. She wasn't exactly the heaviest of girls, so it wasn't surprising that he was capable of lifting her, but she was surprised at how fast and long he was able to run with her in his arms. His cardio was rather enviable.
She saw that he was taking her to a clinic, and couldn't help but smile. He really was a sweetheart.

She hissed as he set her down, keeping a hand on her wound. Wasn't the first time she had been stabbed, so she had a general idea of what to do, though she usually didn't have access to a clinic. Nyx watched with concern as he hastily searched the place, slamming drawers shut much harder than he needed to.

She hissed once more as the bacta was injected into her. That stuff still freaked her out, even now. She remembered seeing a man mauled by a Wookie fixed right back up with bacta as a kid. Back then, she thought it was magic.
"I certainly wouldn't be adverse to the idea of getting stuck with something of yours, James." She said laughingly, breathing deeply as he kissed her forehead. Nyx wasn't really sure if there was a higher power watching over her, but if there was, she thanked it for sending James her way.
"I've been through far worse than this, you know. You don't have to worry so much." She observed as he began wrapping her leg with actual bandages.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I got my face ripped off?"

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

"Ye know this is really only because I have been looking for an excuse to touch ye legs all night," he said half-jokingly.

Could you blame a guy? She had fine legs. Very fine legs. He finished wrapping the bandage around her wound and to emphasize the point let his hand slide along her inner thigh, letting his fingertips tease along the erogenous zone all the way up to her hip tantalizingly. It was a date after all, it wasn't a real date with James until eroticism became involved. He wasn't about to cheat [member="Nyx"] out of it or the chance to cop a feel out of her seductiveness.

"I know ye have," he said in all seriousness, "but I weren't there when it happened, and if I were, I would have done the same without a doubt. I take care of me own, always. Ye know that."

He wanted to kiss her again but he refrained. The man had to space things out, after all. When she mentioned her face getting ripped off he furrowed his brows, "What? This gorgeous thing, babe? He's dead. I'll kill 'im."

 

[Nyx]

Nyx purred as [member="James Justice"] ran his hands from her leg to her hip, greatly enjoying his administrations. If this was what happened when she got injured around him, she would have to make sure to take more knives to the thigh in the future. Normally, she was the dominant one, the one that kept things moving in the relationship. Experiencing the other side was interesting. She was still going to be on top, though.

She laughed a bit at the ferocity at which James reacted to her comment.
"No need. He's been dead for a long time." She hesitantly ran her hands over the left side of her face, where the only remnants of the incident was some slightly rougher skin.
"It was on Tatooine, with a . . . companion. I was kind of following her around, and we ended up picking a fight with a krayt dragon." She shook her head at her own stupidity. "Long story short, my pretty mug was a mess of scars for a few months. But thanks to modern medicine and some space magic, it's gone, erased from history." She had been about to name her old Master, but had hesitated, her eyes dropping to the ground for a moment before deciding not to. She knew James. If she told him about that woman, he wouldn't rest until the Miraluka was dead; and she wasn't confident that he could survive an encounter with the insane Sith impostor. James must not know about Darth Mordred. On that, she and the voices agreed.
Desperate to get her mind away from thoughts of the catalyst of her suffering, and perhaps to distract the man from her hesitation, Nyx grabbed his shirt and crashed her lips to his, slipping into her dominant role for a moment. She maintained the kiss for a few moments before emerging for air, her eyes burning with hunger.
"Better than a fight, for sure."

 

[James Justice]

As James listened he could feel his rage beginning to boil. Whoever or whatever did this to [member="Nyx"] would pay. Dearly. If not in a slow death at the spacer's hands, then in running for their life forever. James didn't care if he had to slag a planet--or if he had to annihilate a system, his grudge was set. And one thing went through his mind; make whoever did this to the darling girl wish they had never been born, one way or another. He saw her drop her eyes and felt his heart go out for her.

He opened his mouth to say something when she pulled him in for a kiss, as unexpected as it was passionate. The spacer didn't hesitate, wrapping his arms around her and savoring it, devouring it, consuming it. His tongue pressed into her mouth ferociously, tasting her. His other hand gripped her hair tightly as he pressed against her body. She was as intense as she was beautiful, that was for sure.

She pulled away and he wasn't too aware of what she said. It was a blur. Next thing he knew he was on her again, pressing her body against the wall, devouring her. His half-Zeltron pheramones let out in a hail, filling the room as he consumed her.

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"Damn," he panted, still catching his breath as he held [member="Nyx"] close.

He was, in a rare moment, at a loss for words. His body was covered in a passion-provoked coat of sweat. They had shared a very intense few hours passion that he could still feel waves of euphoria over. And for James to say it was intense, was indeed saying a lot. He looked into her crystalline blue eyes once more before kissing her sensual lips, his hands running across her bare skin. One of his hands found its way up her back and through her hair again. She had damn fine hair. She was a damn fine person all over.

James finally pulled his lips from hers just enough to look into her eyes once more. Intense eyes that seemed to draw him in.

"Damn," he whispered, still trying to find words to say.

 

[Nyx]

Among other things, Nyx was delighted when he went to act rather than talk. She was a woman that despised word games, that hated to dance around things. She preferred it when people just said and did what they obviously wanted rather than play word games and tapdance around the subject.
So when he pinned against the wall, she went with it, showing just as much passion as the man did, the pheromones he excreted only exciting her more.


Afterwards, she lay in his arms, smiling contentedly. This was so much better than any of the urchins could give her. Between the suffering, the fighting, the voices, and the Darkness inside of her, she was glad to have this moment. To have [member="James Justice"]. It was rare for her to give a feth whether someone lived or died, but James had definitely made that list.
Covered in sweat, and the combined scent of their passion and James's pheromones filling the air, Nyx purred as he ran his hands over her skin, and through her hair. He kissed her again, and she emphatically returned the kiss. Gods, she just wanted to lay here forever with him. Tomorrow, she would have to once more take on the mantle of Street Rat, of Dark Jedi. But tonight, right now, she could just be with him.
They stared into each other's eyes, and Nyx couldn't help but smile again.
"Nyx got your tongue?"
Her voice was still husky from their recent activities, still dripping with passion.

 

[James Justice]

James smiled, truly happy. He hadn't felt this good in--well a long time. Too long. He needed to do this more often, he thought. His smoke-damaged throat gave a chuckle, "Among other things."

He could lay there all night, even if the table was slightly cold and uncomfortable. She felt very warm and tender in his arms. Was it a match made in heaven? No, it was probably more like a match made in purgatory, neither of them were angels, and they were more like devils. Each was a victim of circumstances.

No, they weren't victims, they were survivors. They shoved through hell and back. They won things that shouldn't have been done. Witnessed things that never should have happened. If anyone could be trusted or understand James it was her. It made him feel--he didn't know the word for it but it felt like an ocean of calm over the general blistering pain he felt under the surface of his soul.

"Lemme show ye something," James said shifting his weight and letting his full left arm come in view. The scars were obvious, but unqantifiable. Their jagged, rough pattern was unlike anything else that spotted his body; the blaster scorch on his left side, the slice mark over his right thigh, the acid burn along his spine. This was different from any normal scar, it ran from his shoulder to his wrist, covering every inch of skin.

"Someone did this to me," he murmured softly in her ear, "I were sent by a friend to take him for her, and--" he grit his teeth, "I failed. He tortured me. Took a fething sander to my arm for--" he waved it away and lowered his limb, "It dun't matter I escaped. A few months later I were captured by someone else. Someone who been hunting me for years. Calls themselves the Prosecutor. They captured me. Tortured me for longer. Broke my soul, made it dark. They are still out there."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, preparing himself to say what he had to. She was a good girl, she deserved so much better. And she deserved a longer life than she would have if she was near him. "Dun't get too close to me, @Nyx. I know ye can take care of yeself. But its dangerous. People die. Good people. And I dun't want that to happen to ye."

 

[Nyx]

Nyx stared at the arm, her face neutral. She knew who he was talking about. After all, Thraxis was the only man capable of such a thing crazy enough to do it to [member="James Justice"]. Her time in the Hutt Cartel meant she knew of the man, even if she wished she didn't. They had worked together, once, and the pure sociopathic insanity she felt from the man disturbed her to this day.
But she wouldn't do anything about it, yet. After all, what could she do?

But she finally spoke, and it was with an even tone.
"James, have I ever told you about my old friend Kal? He was one of the founding members of the Street Rats. We were both around twelve, and we were the best of friends. We stole together, we ate together, we slept in alleyways together. And when we got older, we fought together.
"When we were fifteen, we were on a job to raid a rival gang, the Flowers. Atrisians, rough folk. It went south, quick. He ended up taking a blaster bolt for me. I held his hand as the life left his eyes, as my best friend died, because of me.
"I can name a dozen other examples. Everyone I have ever cared about is dead, now. So I stopped caring. Now, I can watch every one of my Rats die without blinking. But not you."
She took his hand, stroking the back of it, her eyes locking with his.
"I have seen so many people die for me, I've lost count, now. If anything, I should be warning you. So I don't care if it's dangerous to get close to you, James. I don't care if someone comes after me for being with you. You make me feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me care. And no one is getting in the way of that, definitely not some Prosecutor."
She rested her forehead against his.
"I'm not leaving you. And I don't care what trouble that brings."