Triste let out a shaky breath, her eyes closed as she leaned forwards over Vergil. For a moment she didn't say anything. She just lay there, feeling strangely... peaceful, for the first time in a long while. But then, slowly, it dawned on her what had just happened. No, more than that - she'd had sex plenty of times with marks as part of her cover in the past. But this had felt different. She'd felt different.
Swallowing, she straightened and looked down at Vergil. "Yeah... yeah, it was..." she said eventually. Reaching down, Triste yanked the knife off the floor from beside him - and for one instant, one crazy instant, was almost tempted to drive it through his eye and into his brain. For getting into her head. For making her feel like this. But instead, she simply tossed it over to the desk, the weapon clattering as it struck the wood, and sighed. Rolling off him, Triste stood up and walked over to the window, still nude. More than anything, she was angry at herself, for allowing herself to enjoy it. What's the matter with you? Have you forgotten who... Well, at least it seems to have settled him down... "It's been so long, I'd forgotten how it... how it felt with you," she said quietly, looking out into the darkness. Suddenly, she felt like she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. "Vergil, it's getting late. We should get some rest for tomorrow," Triste muttered, looking over her shoulder.
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Axel watched with fascination as the merman paramedic used the paddles on robot Lily, unmindful of the chaos around him as Soren engaged in battle. Robot Lily convulsed with the shocks, and Axel threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "It's alive!" he cried. "How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavored to perform?!"