Blue and Tamiko convo

_"Do I seem childish to you? Do you get the impression that I am naive or unaware?"
_Her eyes were piercing. I got lost in a gaze of greens, browns, and tinted yellows, that were alive and dancing with intensity. Answers; always searching and coaxing for information. Those eyes wanted everything and I knew it. In that sense, she was childish, but at the same time there was a powerful, almost wise, force that drove her forward. Somewhere deep within, I knew, Tamiko held a purpose that pushed her towards a goal that only she saw. It was far, beyond all our simple thoughts, shooting past even Anthony's. Perhaps even there within that gaze visions of a far off world fueled her flame. It gave her a beauty that no one else in the deadly cold-blue could ever maintain.
_The corners of her lips came up and she flashed her gaze to the others lounging, eating the steamed vegetables slowly and with care.
_"Obviously not." She was looking at me again, arms crossed and her untouched food left to cool beside her thigh.
_"No," I responded, shoving a carrot into my mouth. I hated carrots, but I was so hungry I didn't care. "Not really."
_"Then why warn me? I know what I'm doing. You should be more concerened with your own affairs."
_My hand froze halfway to lifting a fork to my mouth. "With Jack?"
_"With the King, yes. You think he's just going to forget your promise?"
_Thoughts ran ahead of me and scattered, mapping out a picture of memories. They floated around until finally I spotted the one that held which promise she meant.
_"Oh, right. Yeah, so?"
_Her brow furrowed in amusement. "You're not concerned? You do know who you're dealing with, don't you?"
_"I know enough, and I don't really care. Better things to worry about."
_"Like a past that's suddenly deciding to bite you in the ass?"
_We locked challanging gazes for a moment. "Yeah, like that."
_She smiled. "Well, just so you know. Jack's promises last forever. In his mind, he owns this place. He owns everything that the cold-blue touches."
_My head perked up. "Cold-blue? He's mentioned that before, what is it?"
_Her eyes lowered for a moment, long lashes almost touching her cheeks. "It's...a word he made," she mumbled, and then her eyes were back to mine again, intent and knowledgable, "And I think you already know what it is."
_Slowly I chewed a cucumber, is dull juices surprised my mind that thought there should be the evident taste of salt. Unconsciously my mind worked with this, while at the same time I tried to gather what she meant. She was right, I knew what cold-blue was, I had known for a long time. And I was a part of it, if anyone could say what cold-blue was, then it was me.