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CHAPTER TWO, a friend in three.
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𝓦as it normal for one to be enamoured with things made for the minds of children? Vivienné wasn't entirely sure yet, she was certain it had to be unethical on at least some levels. Still, she couldn't help but admire as she sped past the house's bedrooms. Toys, posters of childish cartoons, drawings, even just simple things that looked as if they'd been dumbed down for the minds of children. The images ran circles through her mind as she allowed them to, scarring her thoughts beside memories of her own childhood ─ the one she wished so terribly to forget. Yet, that task wasn't as easy as she would have desired, now sitting in Five's childhood bedroom.
The entire room seemed to serve as a catalyst to the ghost of her childhood, though it gave her some insight into what Five had been like. Before he became The Commission's murder marionette. The multiple cartoon, robot posters along the pistachio green walls, even the rock em', sock em' poster to her right; the multiple lego structures strewn across his desk and shelves; the sundial compass on his desk that Vivienné had an itching to take. The scene would seem heartbreaking to some, how this room served as evidence that prior to everything that happened to him, Five had been just a kid. A kid that didn't deserve what was coming to him.
Five Hargreeves was fragile ─ any sane person having gone through what he did, would be. And though, he wore a mask of stoic, stone cold, Vivienné saw through it, she was trained to do so. She saw beneath the calculating calm of his veil to the pained boy beneath. The boyish fragility she knew she could take advantage of. She had a mission and she knew damn well she would rather slit her own throat with a blunt knife than fail a direct assignment from her mother. If he had decided he didn't want the apocalypse to happen as it should, fine, it would be his downfall because God so help her, Vivienné would do everything within her power to make sure it did. She would use whatever he gave her against him ─ she just wasn't aware that the weapon he armed her with would be love.
