Maxsodin was rummaging through all the cabinets and cupboards, searching for nothing in particular. In truth, she felt better when she was occupied with pointless tasks than when she was doing nothing.
"I don't like him, and I don't trust him." Her voice was muffled from the cabinet her head was in.
Seycax was leaning causally against a counter, her eyes watching Max like a hawk.
She shrugged. "Doesn't change anything, does it?"
Max withdrew her head to stare at Seycax a moment, before searching the cupboards above her head. "Still, I don't like him."
Seycax rolled her eyes. "Like I haven't heard that a million times!"
Max winced as a cupboard door closed on the back of her head. Removing herself, she rubbed her head ruefully and looked around for some place she hadn't yet searched.
"I won't listen to anything he says." Max drew herself up. "Or anything Nexan says to do that involves him."
Seycax raised an eyebrow, a look that always unnerved Max. "Is that right?"
Max shuffled her feet and twitched slightly. "Well, unless the order is to kill him."
She still regarded Max dryly. "Why does that not surprise me?"
Max shrugged, a small fiendish smiling playing about her lips. "Force of habit."
She headed over to the refrigerator.
Seycax watched in silence, the only noise the clicking of bottles as Max rummaged.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Is it really a habit?"
Max went to stand and smacked her head on the roof of the fridge.
Gingerly, she extracted herself and faced Seycax. "You could call it that. More like instinct really. Primitive instinct, but instinct no less."
"So if you got really angry and spiteful towards me right now, you would just kill me?"
Max pondered this, conscious that Seycax would have no problem making her life miserable if she said the wrong thing.
"Well, I guess you could say I have some control over my need to kill and destroy..." Her voice trailed off, for it was something she didn't really like discussing.
"Do you?" There was a hint of doubt in Seycax's words.
Max stared at her feet, which suddenly became much easier to stare at then meet Seycax's gaze. It was a question she often asked herself. A question she couldn't answer without feeling like she had lied.
After a minute of tense silence, Seycax shrugged. "Whatever. Come on, let's go see if we can find anymore dusks to k-... exterminate."
"Oh, okay..."
Seycax frowned. Max's head was somewhere else, deep in thought. Perhaps she should leave her to mull over her dilemmas. To be frank, Seycax was rather spiteful about Max's lack of self-control. It wouldn't plague her conscious if she left Max to dwell on her problems.
Seycax sighed loudly. But she couldn't do that. Nexan had asked her to watch Max, and she intended on doing so.
"Come on Max." Seycax tugged gently at her arm.
Automatically, Max followed Seycax. Her mind was far off, but her body would do as it was bid.
Her mind was far off, searching for answers it would never find.
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