Eve watched the screen in her room, eyes scanning as much information as possible. There were always clues, always details to be seen. Anything could be useful, and everything was in some way or another. She just had to keep looking.
Burkhardt wasn't ready. Despite what Meisner thought, which was saying a lot, the man was still too emotionally compromised. Still too attached to Juliette. It was a bad idea.
Do you regret anything?
No.
Do you even remember?
She remembered everything.
Then, of course, there was the unspoken question: Are you still the Juliette I loved?
No. And his emotions would simply be a complication.
The door to her cell opened, and Eve felt the tiniest flair in her chest pop. Her temper had been sufficiently broken, her will controlled by the ex-mercenary and his training. But he'd left just a fraction of her old spirit inside; otherwise she'd be useless.
And she'd always hated it when people didn't knock.
"I didn't say enter," she stated blandly, eyes still glued to the screen. She knew who it was; she always knew. She was stronger than ever now.
"I don't care." The young Grimm's reply was cold. Interesting. Eve turned to face the girl, head tilted a bit.
"You shouldn't be in here."
"Again: I don't care."
The girl's posture and attitude were standoffish, and her voice was hard. She was looking for a fight. Eve quirked an eyebrow, bemused. It would be a short one.
Theresa continued before more questions could be asked. "Nick deserved to know you were alive. Meisner should have told him."
"Juliette is dead."
"Cut the shit," Theresa growled, glaring. Eve tilted her head once more, staring intently. Interesting indeed.
"Eve, Juliette… it doesn't matter to me. I know what you did to Nick. I know what you did to his mother. And I know that right now he's tearing himself apart trying to figure all of this out."
Eve blinked. "What is your point?"
"My point," Trubel breathed, "Is that Nick's gone through hell already. And he's going to be there for a long time. You may say you aren't the same person you were before, but you and I both know that's bullshit. You remember. You were there."
Trubel took a step forward, and Eve perked up. Was she looking for a fight?"
"If you even think of doing anything like that to Nick again, you'll answer to me," the young Grimm growled.
"And what do you think you'll do?"
"I've already killed you once. I can do it again."
"I've gotten stronger."
Trubel smirked. "There's always a weakness. You have one, and I'll find it."
"Is that a threat?"
"Yes."
Again the flair burned in Eve's chest, hot enough to make her heart beat faster. Her hand twitched as the shadow of what was once rage passed over her. Trubel smirked again.
"You're on a tight leash, bitch. Go back to your kennel," she spat, turning and walking out the door.
Eve stood for a long moment staring at the door Theresa had disappeared through. Then she turned once more toward the computer screen against her wall. There were more details to find, more clues to be seen. No time for distractions.