Appetence

Archive Log: 53

Leaning down, Minerva reached out for the book that was before her on the paper strewn table. She picked the leather-bound book up, brushing papers aside that had been scrambled and scattered when the ship crashed. They were back on the ship they had arrived in; David needed equipment, and the only place to get it was here. In hindsight Elizabeth had stashed pieces which he could use, and he already had used. They were just left in a room on the ship that he had placed them in. When it came to landing, considering he had used the main cargo bay as his place of work, when Elizabeth was up and walking to spy the world beyond; David had moved everything so she couldn't see. If she saw what he was doing while she was laid up, there would be questions. Questions that would have answers she wouldn't like.

With a sigh, Minerva flipped open the book, tilting her head, she skimmed through pages. It was a bit sad really, to see the handwriting slowly go from neat and concise, to almost scribbled and paranoid. Because that's what the words were, sheer paranoia. Sure, Elizabeth had reason to be suspicious of Minerva. But even still, plainly reading it made her frown. Was she really that bad? Minerva's eyes looked around the room the three had spent so long in. Was she bad? In her eyes she was a product of her father's creation. How else was she meant to be? Look at Meredith, at what she became; how bitter, and twisted she was over nearly everything, anything and anyone. She wasn't always like that, she had become like that through their father's doing. She became that person, to survive, to become successful like she was. A product of circumstance.

Hearing footsteps, Minerva looked over to the door. David shouldered the satchel he had scavenged. It was full of things, and even tucked under his arm was rolled up paper scrolls, Minerva didn't know if these were blank or not. Seeing her expression, David ventured in slowly. "What is it?"

"Am I bad?"

David tilted his head, confused over the question he stood silent and still for a moment. Minerva just looked at him, waiting patiently. His eyes did flick to the book in her hands before sighing. "Everyone is capable of being bad, Minerva. Even us that are inhuman."

"So...I am bad?"

"No worse than me." David said while turning away, managing to tuck the scrolls into another bag which was leaning abandoned against the wall. Throwing the strap over his head and shoulder, he turned and looked at her. His answer seemingly wasn't the one she wanted because she still stood looking his way blankly. "Because Elizabeth didn't trust you, doesn't mean you're a bad person. You have only ever shown me kindness. Even whenever we quarrelled, or fell out, you always returned to being kind to me. You're not bad. If you are still trying to figure out who you really are, I can already tell you that." David turned out of the room fully and commenced walking along the corridor.

Minerva kept the book, Elizabeth's journal and trotted after him quietly. His bare feet barely made a noise, whereas her booted ones clomped quite loudly and heavily. She eyed the battle suits which stood like sentinels along the corridor as they were returning to the cargo bay. They were imposing, but then the Engineers were imposing figures. Sniffing, she ran and caught up fully with David.

He looked down at her, "Reading her journal won't do anything for you. Although I am curious to read it to see what she had actually documented."

"You want to know if she wrote anything about you, you attention hog." Minerva corrected with a grin sent up at him. David just frowned her way and she laughed. Minerva shook her head, she didn't blame him really. Seems the two did spend a lot of time together, even if that still irked her. Elizabeth probably wrote something about him. "She's probably written her undying love for you, or something. That you were a much better man than Charlie ever was..."

"I don't think that would take much. He wasn't exactly perfect, was he?"

"And you think you're perfect?" Minerva questioned curiously, eyeing David sceptically as she walked down the rubble of where the ship crashed with the ground.