Claire hated Ada.
As far as Claire was concerned; Ada had killed Leon S. Kennedy. She might as well have, he spent most of his time pretending not to be hurt, and he barely laughed (or even stopped frowning) anymore. Yes, for Ada Wong death was too merciful.
So as Chris recounted his encounter with her, Claire smiled to herself. Next time, she would take down Ada herself.
'I am not jealous.'
Leon is my friend- my partner,
(.she tries not to think about how that could be interpreted.)
and it was natural for her to look out for him. It wasn't even about him, really.
(.she tries not to think about how fake that sounds.)
it was about ethics. Ada broken Leon's heart -she might as well have put a gun to his head, which she did, and pull the trigger.
(.she tries not to think about how she hadnt; Ada is a monstermonstermonster, and she had no mercy.)
No, she wasn't jealous. Never mind that the only time he ever really listened to her was when they were talking about her, or that he'd jump to her defence.
(.she tries not to think about how would sigh her name in his sleep; as if it is the answer to everything.)
Claire hates Ada.
She hates everything about her; from her ebony black hair that glints like a crow's beak in the moonlight, stupid (.beautiful.) red dress that makes her look like some angel of vengeance. She shakes her head and sighs; Ada is no angel.
(.she tries not to think about how he would disagree.)
(.she tries not to think about how even she can see that he loves her.)
And in the dark of the night, all alone in her bed, kept company oby only the crows on her windowsill, she tries not to think about how she loves
(.loved.)
him too.