"G'day," says Jevoi, "Is this- this seat taken?"
The marilith looks at the mortal, but only briefly. She rolls her eyes and continues staring at her food, strange purple meat. "Sure, whatever," she says, "Pretty gutsy walking up to a demon."
D: So what did you talk about? J: Philosophy. L: What kind? J: That's not important.
Jevoi sits down with her drink in hand. "Well, I mean," she struggles to say, "Who says demons have to be bad?"
"The gods?" says the baffled mailith. She stabs the meat; it oozes in response.
"Not really a fan of them anyway," shrugs Jevoi, "Seems like there's a lot of problems they're choosing not to solve."
The marilith looks up, bemused. "And how'd you fix them?"
"My mum always said that we have to keep working to override the people seeking to make everything worse."
"You believe that?" The marilith twirls her fork. "Just try harder?"
"No," says Jevoi, "If there are people dragging us backward, then logically the best thing we can do is get rid of them."
"Get rid of them... how?" asks the marilith. Her gaze intensifying.
"Kill them," says Jevoi blunt, swift, and cold, staring into the marilith's eyes.
A: That look in your eyes that day. I still remember it. L: So ya let her into your cabin then? Eh? Eh? J: Mum, no!
Looking into those eyes, it is as if the whole room has gone silent. The marilith had never had a mortal look at her this way before. She laughs, and says, "Want to walk with me? Name's Angustias, by the way."
"You can call me Jay," says Jevoi, sipping her drink.
"Afraid to tell a demon your name?" asks Angustias, coyly leading Jevoi out the door.
"You're not the first demon I've met," says Jevoi, following coolly.
A: You were trying so hard to be an aloof rogue. J: And you were trying to be seductive. A: I was succeeding.
The duo step out onto the deck and looking out of the bubble surrounding the ship. The stars and galaxies sparkle and shine in the great dark void.
D: Stars? L: Distant lights in the surface world's sky. J: Magnificent beacons of power that fill the cosmos. A: They're really not that special, just plasma.
The pair lean on the railing, neither sure what to say, and so, they linger in silence. A good silence, to be fair.