For someone surrounded by death her entire life, Coupé couldn’t accept that her soulmate was dead. She had several scares in her life when it came to her soulmate and each one hurt more than the last. As an assassin she had watched as the subtle shine of life disappeared from her victims’ eyes. She’d see the way a body crumpled after the brain was stabbed. And she grew used to it. She had to.

Yet no matter how many times her stupid soulmate decided to scare her with their death, she never got used to it.

The first scare, Coupé experienced when she was 16 years old. Every single day, since she started forming memories, they were filled with a stupid incessant voice. You, just.. talking into the void about trivial things. She never replied to the words. She tried her hardest to ignore them and shut them out. Yet, you kept speaking.

Coupé had killed her first man by the time her soulmate’s childish notes ‘I saw a really fat squirrel just now’ turned into the oddly depressing talks of your mother. She thought your mother sounded quite nice compared to the adults in her life, plus apparently she was some superhero. Her soulmate said that you couldn’t tell her the superhero or it would give away your identity, then again she never asked. She sometimes wondered what would have happened if she mustered up to courage to ask.

"You're oddly quiet today." Janelle stated, having wondered too far off into her own thoughts that she had noticed you weren't speaking very much.