Millia Rage

There is certainly a great deal of panic over death. I'm to understand that dying is nothing permanent, so why over all the fluster over a minor inconvenience.

Morals.

The thing that separates those who kill for hire, those who kill for pleasure, and those who don't.

[Filter to Venom]
You are a far different person than I once knew you to be. I will try to remain civil with you.

**Millia's laying in bed, cuddling something close to her chest. There aren't really sheets on her bed, just... hair**

Thank you for those chocolates love...

**She strokes the object to her chest, then pulls it away, staring at it lovingly. It's a hairbrush. Sighing, she kisses the thing softly**

((Millia stands in front of a stove, cooking, wearing dis. There's bottles of things other than spices alongside the counter.))

I swear, the moment that Edward finally comes home... I'll expose him for what he's been doing, and then I'll be rid of the damned Japanese he's been harboring.

What is with all the concerns for the owls that captured us. What is it that would make you show concern for the people who wrenched you away from your lives.

I've heard one personal account but, I would like more information. More opinions if you will.

How barbaric these owls are. They simply expect us to live in the wild? Could they have at least supplied us with some means of shelter?

((Call it something between lost and distracted. She doesn't know there's housing!))

( CON CRIT MADNESS )
ALSO, I could use some help with my 'speaking in Russian' skill.

Zis place...? Vat iz zis place?

Ze sky is green... and I can see ze stars. Izit evening? How could I have been trapped in anozer dimension without noticing? Without Angra reacting!

I must find a way to escape this dimension. I can't be here. I was so close to tracking heem down.