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      and here she was almost hoping he’d agree with her words prior. instead she’s given a vague response; one that causes her brow to rise curiously. —– but another bite is taken before she could pry. better not get too comfortable with one she plans on selling for booze money.

      there’s a second apple nearby and she considers slicing this one to at least feed the poor guy. ( it may very well be his LAST meal before facing up against the MIGHTY Hulk soon. ) and so she reaches for it, doing just that. —– the only bit of kindness he’ll get from her before being thrown to the wolves. as she begins slicing the fruit, eyes flicker back to him over his question.

      ❝ for your protection, ❞ she offers with a hint of a smirk. ❝ even if you don’t try to escape, you might try something stupid. I’d hate to have to hurt you before your big match. —– which I’m betting against you, so make me proud. ❞

      she stands from where she’s been sitting, crosses on over and holds out an apple slice to his lips. ❝ now open up; you’ll need the energy. ❞

         _{of course it was for her protection; if he was left to his own devices, maybe he would have had an upper hand. still, his outbursts were always violent – very violent if he was being honest with himself. a reason to why he couldn’t blame her – not really at any rate – for the precautions that were being taken.}

           _{❝ i don’t need to eat. ❞ a simple truth as while he would have enjoyed the slight amount of food… he really didn’t require it. it would have helped give him energy, but beyond that? no, it didn’t help sustain him much.} 

          _{❝ i have to ask though, who am i fighting? ❞ while he thought he could handle himself in most circumstances… knowing at least slightly about who he was meant to fight would be helpful. even more so since it seemed there was no way out of this situation he found himself in.}