Elena's used to-- well the mix between completely wild and downright normal that is Midgar, daylife and nightlife. It's crazy at the worst of times and peaceful at the best of times. Mostly it's just crazy, all the time. Especially now.
It's sickeningly easy to ease back into the notoriety that comes with the suit she shrugs into each day; it's power and its curdling fear and its respect deep, deep beneath it, from the brainwashed masses. And it's been two years.
And that timeframe does nothing to stop situations like this: a bunch of brutes ganging up on a young woman. When Elena does approach she does not say 'Got room for one more' or 'pick on someone your own size', nothing so embarrassing! What she says as she swoops in is is.
"Wow, just like my Junior prom. Boys never change, do they."
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It's sickeningly easy to ease back into the notoriety that comes with the suit she shrugs into each day; it's power and its curdling fear and its respect deep, deep beneath it, from the brainwashed masses. And it's been two years.
And that timeframe does nothing to stop situations like this: a bunch of brutes ganging up on a young woman. When Elena does approach she does not say 'Got room for one more' or 'pick on someone your own size', nothing so embarrassing! What she says as she swoops in is is.
"Wow, just like my Junior prom. Boys never change, do they."