A Peaceful Conversation? WHAT?! (Lilith, Kalama)

As Kalama explained her situation, the waiter came with what she ordered and she began to sip at it, enjoying the actual flavor over the numbing that came with alcohol. Lilith sighed, feeling bad for the girl and this wretched path she was on.

“I wonder what would have come of your life if anyone had ever shown you a kinder hand,” Lilith mused out loud, looking over the crowds. “I have always seen violence as a reaction to fear and anger, and those who get used to it have been forced into that situation. It is rarely, if ever, the life someone in their right mind chooses."

"Instead of making it violent, did you ever think of taking those skills down an athletic route?" Lilith asked. She understood the need to protect yourself, but there were other ways of making a living. "Knife and axe throwing competitions, for example, firearms tournaments, something as simple as running a race."

There were some choice words that Lilith noticed Kalama using. ‘I knew nothing else.’ ‘Don’t see an alternative.’ ‘In too deep.’ There was no way to read Kalama’s mind, but it came off like the girl was in her own mental trap than anything else. It was always easy to fall back to routine and familiarity. It was the harder choice to stick to something new, that you might not be good at or took time to build up.

“Well, for your sake, I do hope you’re wrong about that,” Lilith said about the ‘no other ending’ part. There was a soft smile on her face, a moment of reminiscing as a few long ago memories resurfaced. “Now that you have access to the rest of this world, maybe something else will come up,” Lilith said and then looked up to a large TV screen on the side of a building. “I know it did for me.”

Lilith pointed to the screen behind Kalama. "Take a look." On it, a commercial about a new non-addictive medication for pain was on the screen, with Lilith’s face and name plastered all over it. When Kalama looked back, Lilith downed her drink, stood up, and placed a card under her empty glass on the table with her number on it. A moment later, she was gone, shunpo’ing away from the restaurant. With all her drama, she wanted to make a quick dramatic exit, while also leaving Kalama with something to think about... and a way to get in touch if she desired a new life.