Inspiration, and creativity are two very different things… That said, I ended up making another fanfic, this time dedicated to Lady Argent.
Title: The kindness of Lady Argent
Small warning to note–definitely has a couple spoilers for Retribution tucked into it.
Summary
“I don’t get it. Why are you so kind?” Lady Argent frowns, standing back from your latest bout of trading blows as hero vs villain. If you hadn’t gone out of your way to stop a large piece of wreckage from crushing a small child just before this merciful lull… She could easily have finished the job of dismantling you since the collapsed wall had done most of the hard work of bringing you down prematurely, if your seemingly inexplicable actions leading to this hadn’t given her pause. If your trust to let her walk away with the Regenerator after helping her claim it from the auction hadn’t made her hope soar with the freedom of a light at the end of a dark tunnel of suffering.
On the heels of her conflicted thoughts piercing through to your awareness, you inwardly grimace at yourself for being as soft as you have been lately. You sigh through the vocal distorter of your armor before replying, “Many people like to throw around the phrase ‘kindness doesn’t cost a thing’, but that just isn’t true.”
Seeing the silver woman was not inclined to interrupt, you continue, “It costs many things in varying degrees of expense. Kindness can cost hope, patience, trust… It costs time, and worst of all it can cost someone their very life. I might be the ‘worst villain of Los Diablos’ in the other sense those words can evoke, but I don’t want to ever take more than I need to get by. To survive on my borrowed time until whichever end meant for me arrives.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve helped civilians…” she frowns, internally debating whether she should pry the wall away from your back somehow to let you free to get away this once
“As long as these conflicts continue in places where bystanders can be dragged into the fray, jerks like me have a choice,” you glare up at her from inside your helmet, “Let everything that happens take place unchallenged, or throw down with fate to see which is stronger—high handed heroes, or villains at the epicenter of their own sown chaos? I don’t give a damn what this makes me seem! I choose to not kill because I won’t become what others wanted me to be!”
You know you’re carrying on a corny villain’s monologue to perhaps the most uncaring of the current LD Rangers, but you can’t help yourself; through all the things that led up to this point, an undeniable bond of trust had begun to form between you, and Lady Argent.
In her own mind she knows what she chooses is tantamount to betrayal of the system that employs her unique disposition and talents, but still she steps closer to start cutting away chunks of the crushing debris to shift it off your prone form. She does this not knowing you had been trying to set yourself free using the nanovores in a subtle way that you hoped wouldn’t be noticed until it was too late, but this was an unexpected turn around. All the nanovores were called back to their housing chamber before she finished her work, and you allow Argent to pull you up onto your feet with a muttered thank you.
Staring each other down, you find yourself at a loss before the shrill sounds of police sirens wake you from your ponderous mutual reverie. No words needed to be said as you both part ways–one headed for the lights to meet with the other Rangers that had finally decided to show up, the other for the darkest alleyways that would lead them back into shadowed obscurity.