"No," she said. "You don't live to enjoy it." Her face grew even harsher and he winced as she yelled. "You live to endure it!
"We…can only live on whims of fate for so long. Eventually, if we do nothing, then by the time we do have to make a decision, it feels just like fate, because we've waited so long we're left with no other choice. No…" she gave a wry smile, "because we no longer recognize what other choice to make. We're bound to it by our own making!"
He could sense tears forming in her eyes, hear the tremble that went down her throat, and for a moment he stopped altogether. He'd gone too far, and he knew it. But even with that knowledge, he realized he couldn't relent. Instead, he dug further down, refusing to let go. Like an old, stubborn dog that had its teeth so deep into its meal, he needed to devour it all before he could lick his lips.
"…Not everyone can afford to think that way. Only the strong get to truly decide the choices the weak make." Now it was Lucy who flinched, although her eyes told a different story. Cobra didn't care. At least, he told himself he didn't.
"Then I suppose we'd have to agree to disagree," she replied cooly.