The first meeting was with pride, albeit different stages of it. He was triumphant over the successful experiment, and she was falling from a vanity of believing that she was above being brought down. An immunity of sorts she had assumed herself to possess.
He was muttering about the stodgy scientists and their false beliefs, bright green eyes looking at her with glee and rapture. Faintly she remembered agreeing with him in that his scientific realities were wrong (usually in his kind, they were) but then the pain upon her back became too intense, and she lost to her senses. The thought had been a passing one, and she would not recall it until weeks later when it had become irrelevant and unimportant.
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The second meeting had been with retribution. She was not aware of the time that had accumulated (she had never not been aware of herself before, and the sensation would have frightened her if it was possible for her to be frightened) but the little stars littering the edge of her