Author: Bloody Mary
Subtitle: Big Brother Does Not Approve, Part 2
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As I came to, the first thing I saw was the worried face of the Anima. If that wasn't enough of startling and worrying sights, I caught the sight of an armored figure behind her. Very large armored figure in a drab grey cloak. I had hoped that it had all been a dream or at least I somehow misheard and the other Anima had not called him Mortarion. In fact, I had hoped the other Anima wouldn't be present at all. As much as I respected Her Highness two of the same person was usually a bad sign.
But there she was, inspecting the Primarch's cape a small frown creasing her alabaster brow.
"There's another hole in it," she stated.
"It happens in firefights," Mortarion replied, in a surprisingly low voice.
I had no time to consider any of it, as the Primarch turned his attention towards me and hauled me to my feet without any warning or visible effort. I did not have a good feeling about this. My palms were starting to itch already, which suggested I was in trouble.
"I've just heard that I… my alternative version here is one of those plague-things," he stated watching me through narrowed eyes. "Not to mention several other things that do not please me. At all. You will keep all your body parts away from my sister-"
The older Senshi Saturn nudged him with the blunt end of her weapon, making it go clang!
"Unless she is in mortal danger and it's the only way to save her-"
Clang!
"I did not agree to the last part."
I could not help but notice that the tearful pleading stare that my version of Senshi Saturn sometimes employed sometimes had not lost its force. I was both somewhat unnerved and relieved as I noticed seemed to have the same effect on Primarch Mortarion as in had on most normal people.
"We don't know anything about her," he protested and turned away from me to my relief. "And we haven't got the time to talk about all of this."
Somehow, I was certain this topic would come up again. My palms were still itching.
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