[Mania has the same ending for everyone, no matter how much it's delayed. That's what Ninety-Nine learned and why she's so adamant about making the most of her borrowed time, even when making the most of it means getting herself hurt when she's trying her best to be useful.
For Ninety-Nine, seeing the effect of the zombie virus on normal humans has given her the same sick feeling - though it manifests much differently in her than in Hella. She's already a monster - a monster who is more than a monster - but she hasn't been able to use that forsaken status in any meaningful way. She has never been fast enough or close enough. As guard dogs go, she's been useless. While she might be able to understand what Hella's feeling, she might never really get it.]
Yes, I'm full. [She likewise isn't very good at picking up on Hella's subtle, clinging insinuation, which might earn her a scolding. Subtext easily sails over her head most of the time, but she'll easily listen to instructions when they're direct.] Go to bed if you're tired, and I'll make sure everyone else is quiet. [Not a threat...unless?]
I'll carry you. It's a real bed, so you can steal all the blankets you want. [And she'll know where Hella is, so she won't lash out or get worried looking for her. Her guard is up so high and so concrete that Ninety-Nine isn't sure she'll be able to easily lower it if she sleeps. If she takes the break to recharge now, it's likely she'll spend an entire day unconscious, her breathing heavy and her body still, just to keep up with paying the toll.]
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For Ninety-Nine, seeing the effect of the zombie virus on normal humans has given her the same sick feeling - though it manifests much differently in her than in Hella. She's already a monster - a monster who is more than a monster - but she hasn't been able to use that forsaken status in any meaningful way. She has never been fast enough or close enough. As guard dogs go, she's been useless. While she might be able to understand what Hella's feeling, she might never really get it.]
Yes, I'm full. [She likewise isn't very good at picking up on Hella's subtle, clinging insinuation, which might earn her a scolding. Subtext easily sails over her head most of the time, but she'll easily listen to instructions when they're direct.] Go to bed if you're tired, and I'll make sure everyone else is quiet. [Not a threat...unless?]
I'll carry you. It's a real bed, so you can steal all the blankets you want. [And she'll know where Hella is, so she won't lash out or get worried looking for her. Her guard is up so high and so concrete that Ninety-Nine isn't sure she'll be able to easily lower it if she sleeps. If she takes the break to recharge now, it's likely she'll spend an entire day unconscious, her breathing heavy and her body still, just to keep up with paying the toll.]