(Marie shakes her head. She wonders if she is explaining things poorly or if maybe she can't believe her own eyes on what just happened and that's showing. She was definitely inexperienced in this area, she could barely take care of herself in her own world.) Look, this is what they call a second chance, you know? Really think about it. No one gets those very often. No one. The fact, you died and well, you're here? Being told you can have a second chance? I don't know, it'd make me think about changing my ways...and trust me, I get it better than you think I would. I've done my fair share of stupid things. I've been screwed over my fair share of people...
(She finds herself internally sighing and it just reads on her face that she is dismayed by this, "Harmless, okay no one got physically hurt, but stupid. Trust me. The amount of bad karma I racked up definitely came back to get me in the end. And for other people? Well, maybe I walked into those situations myself."
The woman then shakes her head. She knows that she can't compare herself to this person in front of her now. She isn't expecting them to agree to anything, not just yet. If anything, her money was on the idea that they would tell her to bug off and they would go back to the fate that had they had a temporary reprieve from.)
(Then she crosses her arms, despite her palms being a bit sweaty and making it harder to keep them on the sleeves of her leather jacket, and bites her lip in thought. She supposes she will have to be blunt now and she was really hoping to avoid that. Of course, she wonders how many mistakes she made that would cost her the chance at having any sort of respect given to her.) Look, the choice is yours. I can't make it for you but really think about it. If thinking about it in the way I'm talking about this whole thing is too complicated for you...then let me make it easy. Would you rather be dead or would you rather be here? If you're dead...it's over. All over. Things you want to do? Can't do them. People you want to see? Can't see them.
Come on, let me help you out.
(She tries to give a gentle smile, though it seems more wary than gentle.)
Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA
(She finds herself internally sighing and it just reads on her face that she is dismayed by this, "Harmless, okay no one got physically hurt, but stupid. Trust me. The amount of bad karma I racked up definitely came back to get me in the end. And for other people? Well, maybe I walked into those situations myself."
The woman then shakes her head. She knows that she can't compare herself to this person in front of her now. She isn't expecting them to agree to anything, not just yet. If anything, her money was on the idea that they would tell her to bug off and they would go back to the fate that had they had a temporary reprieve from.)
(Then she crosses her arms, despite her palms being a bit sweaty and making it harder to keep them on the sleeves of her leather jacket, and bites her lip in thought. She supposes she will have to be blunt now and she was really hoping to avoid that. Of course, she wonders how many mistakes she made that would cost her the chance at having any sort of respect given to her.) Look, the choice is yours. I can't make it for you but really think about it. If thinking about it in the way I'm talking about this whole thing is too complicated for you...then let me make it easy. Would you rather be dead or would you rather be here? If you're dead...it's over. All over. Things you want to do? Can't do them. People you want to see? Can't see them.
Come on, let me help you out.
(She tries to give a gentle smile, though it seems more wary than gentle.)