HOTARU
After the first talk, it wasn’t a surprise that they’d decided to interrogate her one-on-one afterwards. For their sakes more than anything. Nate had been the first, and she is still drained from it. Curled up with her shoulder and hip braced against the wall at the head of the bed, knees against the joined wall as she tilts her head and belly into the corner where both are protected and hidden from view. It’s a waiting game. One she is all too familiar with.
It’s not her first time being held prisoner, even if this is no formal judgment. Detainment. Questioning. Hotaru doesn’t care, had already told them they could only keep her so long without seeming her guilty - and if they did, she would let Morgan know immediately. It’s not giving them the benefit of the doubt necessarily, but something along those lines in order to prove herself innocent.
So she stays there curled up in the corner, fingers rubbing slightly at her belly, trying in vain not to stress too much lest it hurt the little life inside.
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
