"Not sure if I should be flattered or insulted, at this point," Daisy says, half a murmur around the rim of her glass. "I don't actually. Want. To attack anyone, you know? Even you. Even the detective."
It's a simplification, in some ways. A part of her very much does sometimes imagine hurting people and enjoys doing so. She is, and likely always will be, a predator who thrives on playing with her food. But that doesn't mean she wants to give into that part of her, that she wants to actually hurt anyone anymore. Two types of want. Two sides of the same coin.
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"Not sure if I should be flattered or insulted, at this point," Daisy says, half a murmur around the rim of her glass. "I don't actually. Want. To attack anyone, you know? Even you. Even the detective."
It's a simplification, in some ways. A part of her very much does sometimes imagine hurting people and enjoys doing so. She is, and likely always will be, a predator who thrives on playing with her food. But that doesn't mean she wants to give into that part of her, that she wants to actually hurt anyone anymore. Two types of want. Two sides of the same coin.