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Her eyes will harden at the f-word, and she regards Agent Campbell with a steady gaze.
"That information is classified, Agent," she would intone with dead seriousness, in that moment the very picture of the father who's identity she's trying to protect.
"Your eye," she said, pointing to the green one. "If you're really concerned about hiding things, you should wear colored contacts."
She leaned back, then, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Is your loyalty to your mother? Or your father and his legacy?" Mostly, she meant Jack. He had come to disrespect Dain so greatly that he had changed his name (to something fucking impossible, dammit).
She nods at that statement. The secrets, however, were not so easily kept. Though Zora, at least, seemed intent on keeping them.
"Your loyalties are impressive, Zora," she said, almost affectionately. Using an agent's first name was a show of kinship, as well as affection, coming from the older woman. "You should be proud of that."
"Mama raised me right," Zora remarks with a smile.
"Now, this training you mentioned..." she'll trail off, gauging Venus's face for a reaction. She's eager to move on to new topics, but Agent Campbell seems a persistent sort!
She wanted to change the subject? That was fine. It wasn't as if Venus didn't have other ways to find out the information she wanted.
Venus nodded. "I need to work on observation with most of the students, but you seem to have that down fairly well. We might tone your craft just a bit. But aside from that, there are plenty of things to work on."
She even managed a smile as she looked the girl over. Aaliyah Cross's child was sure to be somebody fun to work with, and she had already proven herself impressive.
Long rifles? So she was a sniper. That was interesting.
"I could teach you about knives," she said, affectionately caressing the flats of her precious obsidian. "But you'll need to do your own research and find the knife that best fits you."
She slid one out of her belt and held it up to the light. If Zora looked, she'd see a faint, almost pink color in the crevices of the blade. "Do you know why I use obsidian?" Other than it being a cool trademark.
"That's a pretty good guess," she said, but shook her head. "They come in handy in a tech filled world, but these seven in particular I use for something else."
She ended turned the blade over to be examined, if Zora took it. "Just don't cut yourself. At all."
"How do you do it?" She'll hand the blade back, flipping it handle-side out with practiced ease. She may not have a lot of practice with knives, but she's been training in manual dexterity for many years.
She took the knife, respecting the girl even more for knowing how to properly hand back a wielder's weapon. She replaced it in its holster.
"It took years to find the right poisons," she admitted. "The blades needed to be worked with the poison, and before battles, I add an extra layer for the ones that need it. Obsidian is extremely porous and the crevices hold the blade well. Stab somebody with a poisoned blade, and unless they can somehow get the antidote, they're done for."
A wicked smile crossed her face. "So I made sure to have a few that don't HAVE an antidote."
She sighed softly. It was a difficult question to answer. She was a known killer. For years, DC had used her for assassinations, and even outside of that, people died in battle around her. She had watched friends go down and never come back up.
"It's like a callous," she said. "You learn to handle death better over time. Killing someone... A lot of people don't have it in them, even in life or death situations. Sometimes..."
She honestly forgot they were people, sometimes.
"You had your first recently, hmm?" She asked, her tone kind.
"That's really rough, kid." She said, trying to be as understanding as she can. It's been a long, long time since her first kill, and it was difficult for her to remember it at all.
"It's... it's a process. When it came down to it, I did what I had to do to survive and escape. But... those men. If they had families... what if I had options? In the moment, it felt like do or die, but..."
She shakes her head. "I can't help but wonder if it really was."
"Telling you not to wonder would be a waste of breath." If anything, Venus was honest about that. She moved over towards the girl and, if she would let her, put a hand on her shoulder. There was kindness in her eyes.
"The first person I had to kill... he was a kid. I went to the funeral, but it only made it worse. His parents were there, and a girlfriend... He had a family."
She even flinched a little, saying that. "But I had no choice. The kid had a gun against my head. He was young, but old enough to make his own decisions. And he made the wrong one.
For years after, I wondered if I had a choice..." She sighed. "I send anonymous Christmas cards to his family every year. I always wonder if it makes them feel worse, or stalked or something, but... Well, his family healed. His girlfriend? She's married, now. With a kid of her own. He's about the age now that he was, then."
She shook her head. "It doesn't make it better, but kid... life goes on. Your life goes on. You got to come back, right? See your brother again? That's how you do it. You cling to the good, 'cause it makes the bad... not so bad."