That knowing little smile was still on Teresa's face when her handler directed her to what she called the courtyard. It was refreshing to be outside, the wind playing with her hair, and she casually walked around the area. As she was being held captive here, she may as well get a decent look around; it would be useful later.
After making a circuit of the large space, she stopped near the shed and turned back to take in the building itself. Several stories high, it was much bigger than the barracks, but it still stirred memories of those times and the training they endured. She still needed to decide what it was she wanted to do once she left this place. Teresa was a free woman, even if she was deceased; her decisions were her own and no leash held her in check.
And yet, she still wished to kill the very creatures like she'd been created to do. No, not quite. Sometimes, youma were the lesser evil and one youma can keep despicable humans at bay. Combat was what Teresa had been created for, so it was hard for her to fathom doing anything else.
Perhaps, she would travel. She did always enjoy learning the lay of the land. And she could still kill youma as she saw fit during her travels. She liked that idea.
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That knowing little smile was still on Teresa's face when her handler directed her to what she called the courtyard. It was refreshing to be outside, the wind playing with her hair, and she casually walked around the area. As she was being held captive here, she may as well get a decent look around; it would be useful later.
After making a circuit of the large space, she stopped near the shed and turned back to take in the building itself. Several stories high, it was much bigger than the barracks, but it still stirred memories of those times and the training they endured. She still needed to decide what it was she wanted to do once she left this place. Teresa was a free woman, even if she was deceased; her decisions were her own and no leash held her in check.
And yet, she still wished to kill the very creatures like she'd been created to do. No, not quite. Sometimes, youma were the lesser evil and one youma can keep despicable humans at bay. Combat was what Teresa had been created for, so it was hard for her to fathom doing anything else.
Perhaps, she would travel. She did always enjoy learning the lay of the land. And she could still kill youma as she saw fit during her travels. She liked that idea.