He steps closer, and she doesn’t even hold her breath—still calm, still rational. She’s testing him, but maybe he’s testing her too. He could advance like a predator, but she’s been around monsters before. This? This isn't a monster. A genius, perhaps, and maybe a little mad—but Moxley isn’t a monster.
"I have to see if you're worthy of burning for," she states, voice steady. There's no hint of doubt in her words. It's in her DNA—this certainty. She would burn with anyone, if the cause was worth it.
"I've always known I'd burn. But for what? That’s for me to decide. When I do, there will be no turning back—I'm in, completely... one hundred percent. But there’s only one chance. So I have to be sure."
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"Oh, I have no doubt standing there well the world is burning and being burnt yourself wouldn't be a shock to you. But what happens when the kickback comes? When they don't fall to your ideas and ways? When they raise up and engulf you?" Her hands coming up as if to mimic flames that would threaten him to swallow him whole. "Are you willing to die for the cause? Just you, I know you don't care about anyone else." her head tilted a little to the side, "or am I wrong, please correct me if I am."
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"Oh, I have no doubt standing there well the world is burning and being burnt yourself wouldn't be a shock to you. But what happens when the kickback comes? When they don't fall to your ideas and ways? When they raise up and engulf you?" Her hands coming up as if to mimic flames that would threaten him to swallow him whole. "Are you willing to die for the cause? Just you, I know you don't care about anyone else." her head tilted a little to the side, "or am I wrong, please correct me if I am."