been to paradise and out the other side // o

Radeken didn’t think of herself as criminal in the same way that most people who do bad things usually have some explanation for it that they think is acceptable. Her theft was something she excused easily - if you’re not taking good enough care of your things then you can’t get mad about losing them. The whole thing seemed completely fair to her. If she went through all the hoops to steal something, then she must deserve to have it as a reward for all that effort, right? It was earned just as fairly as it would’ve been had she come by it honestly. Morals meant nothing; it was all about the effort.

Unless it was effortless, in which case they deserved to be stolen from for making it so damn easy.

Right now, she hadn’t taken anything. Not yet. Radeken was milling about casually, lurking in the underground complex and sniffing at doors. She’d take special interest in rooms obviously belonging to others, lingering long enough to memorize where they were before moving on. It crossed her mind one or twice that she should probably find her own room, but she saved that search for a later time.