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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

James just shrugged again, same answer.

"I'd rather not, and you need your exercise Oliver. I won't make you though" said Bell and she rose slowly. She slowly pulled of the blanket, it was one of the fir lined ones, hers whent as nice and she folded it befoer coresing it lightly with her fingers. Then she turned to him.
 
Samantha looked up surprised as he didn’t answer. She didn’t think she’d have to do something to him.
“James. I want an answer. What do you know about your family?” She asked more specifically.

Oliver kept his eyes forward as he heard her movements. He closed his eyes for a moment listening and taking everything in for just a second.
 
'Nothing' james wrote. He didn't know what she expected, clearly she was two privileged to know of the hardship of the outside world.

"I'm sorry Oliver, I didn't mean to scare you. Being vulnerable like that, it's dangerous, especially to me. I'm valuable here because of how I am, I don't know what happens to me if that changes and more importantly I don't know what will happen to you" she was standing behind him and a little to the left, just barely within arms reach.
 
Samantha looked to the one word on his paper. “Nothing...” she spoke softly not knowing what to have expected. She felt some sort of remorse for him. How was it to not know of ones family.
“I-...” she paused for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Oliver kept his eyes closed as she spoke seemingly close to him. He didn’t move away or anything. “I don’t either, but don’t be afraid. See you need to have a balance, in some cases, that’s a strength.” He shifted, “besides, what happens to me, well that doesn’t really matter any more does it.” He gave a grim smile, a bitter sweet I know it smile. He opened his eyes and stared into the hall.
 
James just shrugged at her. What was there to be sorry for? You cant miss what you never had.

"Oh Oliver, you have no idea what they can do to you, what you've scene, what you've experienced is only the a small taste, the very tip of the iceberg. And I don't want to have to watch you go through what I did. You are right though, maybe I just need to balance. I'm so sorry I brought you here, all of this was my fault" as the finhed spelling she had reached her hand out but she didn't quite tuch him. Instead she stopped short.
 
Samantha frowned looking down for a moment. There were times she was annoyed with her family but over all she loved them so much. She wouldn’t wish to be alone, she had happy memories with them. She would wish the same with all.

Oliver didn’t turn around. He kept his eyes forward as she spoke. He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head.
“It’s fine.” He strained out lying. He missed them missed his family.
 
James wrote on his paper 'Is he your only brother?" He was curious, he wanted to know more about her. He had read her file but there wasn't much in there, almost everything came from here.

"I know a lie when I hear one Oliver, and I wish i could say something, tell you it gets easyer, give you somthing, I dont even remember my family, I think i remember voices but no faces, I didn't even remember Samantha till I was briefed on her" she shook her head even though he couldn't see then put her had on his shoulder in what she thought was a comforting gesture from what she had scene. "Do you want to go to the exercise room or the Kitchen?"
 
Samantha looked to his question unsure if she should answer. Would he use it against her. She bit her lip unsure if she should lie. She didn’t want him hurt. She wanted him protected. Her eyes began to water at that thought and she knew she gave her self away with that. Might as well gain his trust.
“No... I.. I have a younger brother.” She grimaced and smiles in memory of her little brother.

Oliver sighed as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He slouched his shoulders in allowed her comforting gester. He needed the comfort the distraction. He smiled.
“the kitchen.” He could release some stress.
 
James nodded, he wondered if he had siblings out there. There where the other gards, his fellow soldiers who where like family.

Bell walked side by side with Oliver to the kitchen, when thay got there and saw it was clear she said "Maybe you can teach me how to cook something" trying to smile not failing. "Incase I even need to prepare food for myself" she added giving the cover incase someone came in and asked.
 
Samantha smiles thinking about Charles. She couldn’t help the grin thinking of that adventurous and demon child as the maids call him.
“He is 10... he is turning 11 in September a few da-“ she cut herself off realizing that date had past.
“he’s 11 now...” she missed his birthday. His big special surprise. He hadn’t even been able to give him her gift she had made for him.

Oliver smiles softly. “Sounds like a plan. What would you like to learn?” He raised a brow asking her.
 
James nodded his head and wrote. 'This is my family' on the paper. Better answering her earlier questions.

"I can cook meat enough to be edible but that's it" Bell said in answer to his question. She didn't even know what there was to learn. "So anything really, I'm good with a knife" she finished.
 
Samantha looked to the paper a bit disheartened. She read it and raised a brow. “This as in this orginazation?” She questioned.

“I can teach bread or soups... how to season meat or pastas?..” he offered some choices to her. “Maybe we could do a simple pasta.” He smiled thinking of spaghetti.
 
James nodded, the organization was his family. 'Yes' he wrote.

Bell gave a small smile at his and said "I like that look, it feels good I think." Then she whent and sat on the counter "pasta? Are, are you... Are you trying to fatten me up?" She said atempting to joke. She was not used to wasting words.
 
“Are there good people here?” She asked him sincere. Samantha looked to him unsure if she should even put her faith in humanity any more.

“No, I just want to show you how to cook good food.” He laughed softly and filled a pot with water. He grabbed a pan and a few tomatos. “Can you wash these and cut them up finely?”
 
James didn't know how to answer that. He nodded his head, then shrugged, then pointed at himself and tilted his head.

Bell didn't reply verbally but she nodded and washed them then she tossed them up in the air to slash them with her knives reducing them to cubes one by one. Then she said "Done" and began cleaning her knives. "What next?" She asked.
 
“Put them in the pan with a splash of oil. And some salt. Let it simmer and stir it. It will be a sauce.” He smiled softly and grabbed some flour Eggs and salt. He started mixing a dough and cut it up in small strips. He laid them there to dry as he grabbed some other spices.

Samantha looked to him and laughed softly, surprising herself. “I don’t know, don’t know much about you to judge your character.” She smirked and giggled softly.
 
Bell did as she was told. "It smells good, I still think your plotting to try and get me to eat more though. I'm not used to eating a lot though,I wasn't fed anywhere near as well as I feed you." She said fo him then she gives him a sad smile "the way you scarf down your food always makes me wonder if I've put enough on your tray, I never think I do" she is focusing on the pan as she speaks, she is trying to open back up to him.

'What is there to know?' James wrote on the paper. 'You already know me better than most' he added. It was true, he didn't know much more she could find out about him.
 
Oliver looked to her sadden and smiled after a moment at her comment. He chuckled.
“Well it’s the only thing that reminds me of home. And I’ll gladly eat anything good.” He grinned and watched the water as he began to boil. He placed the now dry noodles in.

“I feel like I don’t know you at all, only your name, that this is your family and you don’t have a tongue. That’s it. There has to be more to you than that.” She commented and looked to him not moving her gaze.
 
Bell continued with the sauce and didn't speek for a bit finally she said "pasta is soposed to be hardy and good for you, is it? Maybe I need to start eating it so I'm not so skinny. I think I do remember doing this once upon a time, cooking, it made me smile and lagh a lot." Bell is definently opening back up. Maybe Oliver is changing her or bringing her back.

James shook his head "Not really, I when I'm not with you I'm training and befoer I had other duties.'
 
“Supposedly.I think it is for that.” He smiled to her and nodded. He liked her smile. “You know cooking is something my mother would do with me. I helped her a lot with the family.” He smiled at the very mention of them. he didn’t notice how she was opening up more.

“Like what?” She asked him. “What type of training, what type of duties?” She leaned towards him and waited for his letters.
 
Bell was silent for a while, then she spoke there where tears in her eyes and she said softly "I wish I hadn't taken you, I'm sorry It was my idea my call, I didn't see you as a person just as somthing we could use to get to Samantha. I didn't care, I didn't care I was subjecting you to something I'd suffered, and that was no better than the peole who took me. You dont believe me bit I am emotionless, I'm known as heartless for a reason and your suffering because of me, I'm sorry. I wish i could go back I'm sorry." She was crying again and holding her chest "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she kept saying over and over. She was still during though, she handent stoped. She was crying and clutching her chest but she was still stirring the pan.

James looked at her wrote 'Simuler to what you do In the exercise room, but sometimes in a groop' he intentionally didn't answer the second question.
 
She smirked slightly to herself. “Like dancing in the ball room, scaling the rocks, singing and playing instruments?” Samantha teased him slightly but knew that he was purposely not answering her last question. She wondered why, what was he hiding. Samantha did not pry, she did not push it.

Oliver looked to her in shock as she started crying and didn’t stop. He watched her as sobbed before him. He looked to her uncomfortable as she confessed that she indeed was behind him being here, away from his family. He could’ve lived onward, Sam being here alone. He wouldn’t have found out who she was. He wouldn’t have gone through all the pain that he did. He gazed to the simmering sauce and boiling noodles numb and unsure. He froze thinking, but not really, just zoning out.
 
'I have climbed the wall, and danced, I can't sing, I don't play an instrument' he wrote surprised she hadn't commented on his ignoring the second question.

Bell wasnt sobbing but tears where flowing from her eyes. She pulled the sauce of the stove and set it on the counter then she backed up and whent to find a towel. She was still whispering I'm sorry over and over again she couldn't stop. She had taken everything from him he should hate her but at the same time she couldn't stand the thought of it. So when she came back sje just sat on the counter behind and away from him still whipping her leaking eyes.
 
Samantha noticed his surprised look. She knew he didn’t want to answer that question. She decided to ask a more personal question.
“Have you ever killed any one James.” It was mainly touchy for her. She placed her hands together on her lap.

Oliver by this moment became sober and didn’t speak it her as he finished cooking. He took the noddles off the heat, strained them. Oliver then placed them together on separate plates. He didn’t bother to speak as he thought of his family.
 
James paused deciding his to phrase his answer. Finally he wrote 'Yes'

Bell just watched Oliver, when she finaly spoke, long after he was done it was to say "Do you finally Hate me?"
 

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