The human keeps coming back on meal duty, eager to talk.
"So this is uh, the second ship I've been stationed on, and the other one was a human ship so this is all pretty different."
"Mm."
She sips her nutrient paste under the human's watchful eye. This is likely not the kind of work she signed up for.
"How many ships have you been on?"
The human makes a habit of asking things that she shouldn't. She could very easily tell the captain that the human is unfit for duty, with how little she seems to understand of her work.
"I am the Ivy Cudgel's weapon."
"So you never worked on any other ships while you were training?" The human asks, not understanding.
She slurps the last of the disgusting paste through her straw.
"Blood."
"Oh, sure."
The human cuts her finger once again, allowing her to drink from the wound. The crimson fluid washes the awful taste from her mouth, and she feels a little less tired.
"I have spent my entire life aboard the Ivy Cudgel." She elaborates, in exchange.
"What? Why?"
"Conduction is a multi-layered process. The demon is bound to the ship, the demon is bound to me, ergo I am bound to the ship."
"Okay, uh, why?"
"If the demon were bound solely to me, I couldn't exert it's influence beyond what I'm aware of. If the demon were bound solely to the ship, it would be... haunted, for lack of a better term."
"So like, what do you get out of it?"
She definitely shouldn't ask that.
"It is a great honor to be born into the service of the fleet." She says. And then, when the human looks unconvinced, she gestures around her room and adds: "I am well compensated. I want for nothing."
"You don't want to like. Leave?"
"Ohhhh no. No. No no no."
She shakes her head.
"I have a drone that I can fly around when we're docked and even that is... Overstimulating. I can leave, there are ritual procedures that facilitate it, I just don't want to."
The human still looks unconvinced.
"You've never even wanted to go out like, on a date?"
Why does the human ask her such strange things?
"Why would I go out on a date?"
"...Like if there's someplace romantic, you and the boss-"
"Me and the boss?" She repeats, flabbergasted.
"Y-Yeah? Because- You, you kissed that one time?"
"I've never kissed anyone???"
Her demon loves this, because it knows she hates it.
"You, you did though, you and-"
"The demon did that! I don't want to kiss my boss!"
"O-Okay, I didn't mean-"
"Get out!" She screeches, and the human scrambles away.
Her face feels hot as the doors slide shut.
The human thinks- Ugh!
Why was she talking to her so much then, if not-
She slumps back into bed and squeezes a stuffed elk.
Stupid human.
