I expected Bitch to say something along the lines of ‘I’m not afraid of anything’. She didn’t.
She may be brusque and unwilling to talk about her feelings, but she’s not a liar and she’s not the type to show off.
Her eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck do you have in mind.”
“I’m not going to fucking hurt my dogs.”
That is not an unreasonable guess at what Burnscar is talking about, but I kinda feel like that’s not quite it.
“Not asking you to. Dogs are easy. Replaceable. Sure, you might cry when they bite the dust, you love them.” The lack of inflection or emotion in Burnscar’s voice made the words sound almost mocking. “It’s sweet. But that hole in your heart mends, time heals the wound, you get more dogs and you bounce back.”
That is true enough, I suppose.
“I think you’re underestimating how much she loves her dogs,” I said, “A wound like that never heals.”
Maybe not fully, but she seems nowhere near as broken up now about the dogs that died in Extermination as she was in Parasite and as she was implied to be in 8.8.
Bitch turned her head just enough to give me a hard look.
“Don’t tell her I’m a fucking softie.”
“I’m not saying she doesn’t,” Burnscar shrugged. “I’m saying the idea of losing them isn’t what scares her the most. So forget the dogs. I’m not asking you to hurt them, maim them, murder them or anything like that.”
Good. Now what are you actually asking of her?
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