Thursday frowned further and drew herself into a tighter ball. Her crimson hair was dull and darkened by the grim and filth accumulated in this hell hole of a cell. Her feathers, for that matter, were darkened as well by the weeks and weeks worth of dirt, though the dim lighting didn't improve her appearance, situation, or mood at all.
"Isn't anyone trying to find me?" she asked softly in a sing-song voice, though half the words don't get past her sore throat and cracked lips. "... 'Cause nothing's going right... ... and everything's a mess. ...and no one likes to be alone."
She would moisten her beak with her tongue to help the words carry, though she doubted anyone cared. Being in maximum security had it's benefits, she had to admit... and no annoying, teasing, dangerous guards were posted outside the thick metal door this time. Team Rocket was smart like that. Even the most experienced strategist couldn't get through a solid fact like a steel door.
No, Thursday was much more comfortable and used to flexible puzzles in which she had the advantage. Though, they probably know that. They created her, after all. They taught the classes and provided the tests... they knew it all. ... ... ... He knew it all.
The girl doesn't notice her body as it starts to tremble slightly. The mere ghost of a thought of the one who cares all her secrets made the Spearow fear. And now there was no mistaking. Everything... everything was out on the table now. Every secret, every thought and idea... every fear.
That was the worst one of all. He knew everything to do to break her. And was always three steps ahead. Somehow, in some incredible way... It was infuriating, actually. She'd always been able to score high on those tests... but she was beaten. She was always able to find ways around those annoying obstacles. But never fast enough.
She couldn't even kill the guy properly. ... She really should have just finished him off, even if it meant having to leave Snake to that Furret. His life would have been worth Snake's, wouldn't it?
Though, she supposed, Snake does have the right to live. He wasn't one of those mindless drones the Team seemed to produce so verily. Or, rather, he was against the Team...
Oh, s***. That's just what she's been doing all her life! She manipulated people just like the Team, she bend them to her will, she made them kill as well...
She doesn't deserve another name. She doesn't deserve another chance. Nauseated, the girl manages to hold back on the very tempting thought of getting that particular bad taste out of her mouth the hard way. Always the strategist. Always their solider, not matter if she wanted to be or not. ...d*mn.
Besides, it would only hinder her further... make the place even less inhabitable. And heaven knows she doesn't need that. After all, she doesn't know if they ever plan on letting her out. But she doubts the idea verily. After all, she's a Rocket as well... deep down. Where it counts. She'll always be a Rocket. There's no escaping it now. As much as she protests in spirit, she'll always be their solider. She'll always be their's.