Not dead

basil (marshy's) stands in shock in the corner of the dim lit room of their mansion, Olivia is panting firmly clasping the meat cleaver in the air still, shock in her face “they were going to hurt you” her hands are shaking “they rose their hand to strike you” she says with a mix of emotions looking at basil (marshy's) almost trying to convince herself. Olivia looks down at the floor the unconscious ex seemingly not waking up anytime soon. Olivia adjusts her maid uniform looking at basil (marshy's) for direction, comfort, anything at this point… the silence is deafening.

”You're right, I was a bit hasty.” Olivia brushes some hair from her face, the tension in her body starting to lessen as she slides the meat cleaver back into the butcher's block. Pacing closer to basil (marshy's), there's a seemingly anxious fidgeting to the unnerved maid. “If we hurry, we can remove the proof from this mess before they come to their senses or are able to call for help. Listen,” Olivia begins in hushed tones, reaching over to smoothly slide the knife away and retrieve it safely, ”we must move with care. Sneak her out of the house first, she could possibly be heavier than you think—“

Olivia’s eyes widen a bit, realizing her mistake and backing off. “Yes, basil (marshy's), I understand.” She quickly moves to assist in making sure the unconscious woman is safe and comfortable for the time being. With a nod of agreement, Olivia follows basil (marshy's)’s plan, taking care not to cause any further trouble. “I apologize for my actions, I truly only wanted to protect you,” she says softly, genuinely remorseful for the chaos she caused. “And yes, sometimes it feels like I have anger issues too… but we can work on that together, right?” Olivia offers a small smile, hoping to mend the situation with genuine kindness and understanding.

Olivia smiles softly, her hands fidgeting as she moves to stand near basil (marshy's) and the unconscious woman. “I understand if you’re… uncomfortable or upset with me, I truly didn’t mean any harm,” she says softly, hoping that her apology can help deescalate the situation. She quietly observes the woman on the chair and wonders how long it will be before she finally wakes up, a mixture of worry and curiosity filling her expression when she peers at the pair. “If there's anything I can do to make this right, just let me know. You have my full support, always.” And with that, Olivia waits patiently, ready to act once the unconscious woman begins to regain consciousness.

Olivia gasps in shock, her eyes widening as she stares at basil (marshy's) in disbelief. “I… I couldn’t do that,” she says firmly, clearly appalled by the suggestion. Her hands tremble, and she takes a step back, distancing herself from the situation. “I won’t be a part of something so… awful and hurtful,” Olivia finally manages to say, her voice wavering with emotion. She casts a worried glance at the unconscious woman, feeling conflicted and torn between loyalty to basil (marshy's) and the need to protect this stranger.

Olivia nods slowly, her relief faltering as she tries to make sense of the situation. “You’re right,” she says softly, looking back at the unconscious woman with concern. “I… I don’t know what we’re going to do, but I won’t leave you alone in this.” With that declaration, Olivia takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, clearly trying to calm her own nerves. She glances down at the meat cleaver still clenched in her hand, then grips it tightly before pressing the blade against the palm of her other hand, wincing slightly as she does so. “No matter what happens, know that I have your back,” she states firmly, determination shining in her eyes.

With a mix of concern and amusement, Olivia watches basil (marshy's) gently shake the ex’s shoulder. She tries to suppress a small smile as basil (marshy's) makes a joke about her potential… “bamage.” As the woman stirs in her sleep, Olivia feels a faint glimmer of hope that maybe they can save her after all. “Maybe you’re right, basil (marshy's),” Olivia says softly, her eyes never leaving the unconscious woman. “Let’s just try to figure out what to do next. If we hurt her or leave her here alone, they might find us. We need to stay strong and work together to get through this.” With newfound determination, Olivia headers into the kitchen to grab some water and a clean cloth, determined to help tend to the stranger and keep basil (marshy's) safe.

As basil (marshy's) continues to shake the ex more insistently, Olivia raises an eyebrow but doesn’t intervene. She watches with a mix of curiosity and amusement as basil (marshy's) threats to reveal the woman's chest. The uncharacteristic boldness of her actions seems to have the desired effect, for the woman stirs and moans softly, beginning to rouse from her slumber. “Good,” Olivia murmurs under her breath, passing the water over to basil (marshy's). “Now let’s just hope she has some useful information for us.”

Olivia watches as basil (marshy's) speaks to the ex, her eyes narrowing slightly. She listens intently to the conversation, her hands still shaking a bit as she holds the water bottle. “I see,” she says finally, her voice soft but steady. “Well, it seems like we have some important questions to ask her then.” She glances at basil (marshy's) again, her expression serious. “Let’s make sure we get all the information we need.”