Hahli, meanwhile, waited for Jaliax and Arden to leave before turning to Eutuchia with a troubled look on her face. It was clear to the Matoran of Plantlife that the oddity that had become of Treize's charge was not what was affecting her, and she pulled her knife from the map and ran a finger around the rent the dagger had left over the parchment. "I want to see her, Eutuchia."
The Vo-Matoran's eyes went wide. "Aure--"
"No," Hahli said, "Surina."
"Are you planning to take care of the unfinished business from last time?"
"I'd be within my rights as Akiri too. A single conspiracy to commit assassination should do the trick, but two? I really should, shouldn't I?" Hahli asked ruefully, running her finger along the blade's hilt. "I don't know. I haven't decided. I'd like to see her first."
And so it was that Eutuchia led Akiri Hahli through the fort and into the Marine dungeons, down past the arrays of common criminals into solitary. Surina had - what she believed to be - a silver tongue, and Captain Kotu had thought it prudent that she be removed from the common populace in lieu of her crimes and talents. She was bound at wrist and ankle and waist. Hahli had asked that she be returned her mask after it appeared she may go catatonic without it. Were it not for the Akiri's demand that, as a Ga-Matoran, she be treated as a person and not a Rahi, she may well have slipped into a coma. She looked up at Hahli with golden eyes, deep and unrepentant and loathing. That was to be expected, though - Surina had only known two defeats, one at Hahli's hands and one at her own, and even that was inspired by her drive for revenge against Ga-Koro. Her face had the same cast as her eyes - pretty, in a drawn sort of way, with a hungry cast and surly disposition. Prison had done that to her, no doubt. The Surina Hahli remembered had been a bit more amiable.
Hahli pulled up a chair and sat down, gesturing for Eutuchia to pull up another for himself. The Matoran shook his head, preferring to lean against the wall. With a one-shouldered shrug, Hahli turned back to Surina. The would-be schemer hadn't said a word. Her eyes just stared into Hahli's. Cold eyes, even with all that emotion in them. There's no regret in this one. She'd draw my dagger now and kill me if she could. The thought dismayed her - not out of fear for her own safety, but because the decision she had hoped she would not have to make was drawing closer every second.
"You know, I know what it is to be driven out of home," she said. "When the Daedra revealed their true colors, Ketan and Anthyn had me cornered. I would have died if I hadn't slipped away and swam until I couldn't see the lilypads anymore. For a month I hid in the foliage, trying to remember all Jaller taught me about hunting, and what berries Kongu had said were poisonous, and I could tell where I was by looking up at the Red Star and following it, like Nixie once showed me. After that month was up, a couple Marines stumbled across the little tent I'd pitched for myself out of tree branches and huge leaves. Kotu had led them herself, searching for me. They said the Daedra had been expelled, Makuta was gone, and that they were holding elections for Akiri. I hadn't been there to even nominate myself, but so many Matoran wrote in my name that I won the vote overwhelmingly." The memory brought a wan smile to her face. "So I can understand what it means, to refuse to die when the world tells you to. I can even understand coming back to Mata Nui. But revenge? You could have gone anywhere, Surina. Done anything with your life, and we would have never looked for you or thought twice. Why did you throw that chance away? Why me? Tell me all."