Ishnol: Who cares about working together? In this world, there are people that are of use and there are people who are worthless and you Unela are worthless.
Unela: (Pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Ishnol with a mixture of anger and sadness) I see. So that’s how you really feel about me, Ishnol. After all these years of working together, and all the missions we’ve completed side by side, you still believe I’m worthless?
Ishnol: (Remains silent, his expression blank and emotionless)
Unela: (defensive) I may not be as experienced as some of the others, but I’ve been doing this for years. I’ve faced my fair share of challenges and come out on top. (Continues, her voice growing more strained) I thought we had a mutual understanding, Ishnol. We were part of the same team, fighting for the same cause. But I guess I was wrong. I guess I was just a tool to you, something to be used and discarded when I was no longer used.
Ishnol: (Finally speaks, his voice low and cold) Don’t be so dramatic, Unela. It’s not about you as a person. It’s about your abilities or lack thereof.
Unela: (Bitterly) And what abilities do you have that make you so superior, Ishnol? The fact that you can disappear for days, weeks, or even months without a word to anyone? That you can kill without a second thought, without any remorse or regret?
Ishnol: (coldly) Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve been watching you, observing how you handle yourself in the field. You lack the necessary skills and instincts to survive in this line of work. You’re a liability to us and a danger to yourself.
Unela: (frustrated) And what do you suggest I do then? Quit the team? Give up on everything I’ve worked for?
Ishnol: (firmly) That might be for the best-
Unela: (angered) You don’t get to decide that for me, Ishnol. I’ll stay and fight alongside my team, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. We’re not just tools to be used and discarded. We’re people, with emotions and feelings. We’re not machines.
Ishnol: (unmoved) Suit yourself. But just remember, if you get yourself killed out there, it won’t be my fault. I warned you.
Unela: You’re so quick to judge, Ishnol. Don’t forget that you wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for the miracle of your ancestral form. If it hadn’t intervened that day, you would have been dead under that rubble like the rest of your family.
Ishnol: (pauses for a moment, his expression unchanged) You think that makes me indebted to you or the Angel Assassins? I am here because I choose to be, not because I owe anyone anything.
Unela: (her eyes narrow) You may not feel indebted, but you owe it to yourself to be a better operator and a better person. The way you speak to others is unacceptable and it will only lead to your downfall.
Ishnol: (leaning closer to Unela) My downfall? I assure you, Unela, I am not the one who should be worried about their downfall. You seem to forget that we are not friends, and I have no obligation to work with you or anyone else. My only concern is completing my missions and doing so with precision and efficiency.