Colbie went home and scrubbed the blood off of the edges of her white strap-heels, and watched Inabikari as she licked the blood off of her paws slowly, enjoying the tangy taste of the man's blood. (Told you they were crazy)
"Those T.B.R.A agents. Think they're so superior, when all they do is take orders and do 'the right thing'. It disgusts me so thoroughly, I feel nauseated. Those agents, questioning me as I left the Capitol. Bah, they would have done the same thing in that 'humane' Extermination building they have." Colbie said, only a slight ring of detestment heard in her voice. "Those True-Borns deserve to be killed. They're filthy, full of disease. One day, these pathetic Sympathetic Synthetics will realize that the filth had been growing on them, eating away until they died of sickness. They will look up at me, high above them, safe from the virus, and yell for my assistance. I will refuse to look at them, and whisper for all to hear my denial."
Inabikari blinked at her Master's back in a form of answer.
"Same for those True-Borns. One day, they will drown in their own dirty way of life. Born from the joining of woman and man. 'Sacred', they call it. 'Beautiful', they call it. I find no sanctity in that. I find no beauty in that. Do you, Inabikari? Or am I just insane?" she turned to her Pokemon, who shook her head 'no'.
"Lies. I know I'm insane, I've known since I was a mere genetic wonder in the laboratories. I was young then, didn't understand how the world works. Wasn't as suspicious as I needed to be, and I got hurt. Curse it, I was so stupid back then. So, naive." Colbie looked down at her Luxray, stopping mid-rant.
"Come along, Inabikari. We're going to head back to the Capitol. Second time today, strange. We usually only go there a few times a week." Colbie said, and got up from her seat on her toilet in the bathroom, where she had been scrubbing her shoes. Inabikari followed her Master out the door once more, to head back to the Capitol.
Colbie entered the same way she usually did, charming a male employee to let her in. This time, she said she had forgotten her passcard. Colbie walked down the hallways of the building once more, and stopped at a seemingly locked door. She used a bobbie pin from her hair to unlock it, which seemed juvenile, but was an effective way to open a lock. It only took around five seconds of silent twisting to open the lock, and she twisted the knob and entered the office of Miss. Naomi Johnson.
"Hello Naomi." she said in her normal, monotone voice. "I want a word with you."