The flood thing

Memories aside, she listened to Bajie talk about Megara, about the passion he seemed to have behind the vision the woman had for the area. It was like what Ailwin had for their people. A vision, and they just needed the people to make it happen -- believe who would believe in the plan. That's what a movement, an idea needed, not a leader, but the first follower. A leader without a follower was just.. a man dancing alone. But once someone had a follower, and another, and another, well, then change happened. Everything else fell into place and would or would not get worked out depending on the person who everyone looked at to be in charge.

Not tough in the sense that we'll have to act like a police force, right? I don't like the idea of policing people. There had been a time that the pits had a riot, and they had used them to keep people from the places that needed to be guarded. Because she could hold a shield, and a sword -- she was no soldier. Killing someone because they were a cunt, that she could do -- keeping a person from food because someone else owned that food? Especially when that person looked just like her? No, she couldn't do it, her heart -- as selective as it was with what she could and could not be morally ambiguous about -- could not bear the idea of hunger, or death, because someone was just trying to live.

Bajie's continued words pulled her from her deeper thoughts though, So no slavers and war merchants coming through and peddling flesh, right? She couldn't remember when she had been sold the first time, nor her parents face, but she'd fight to ensure no one else had to have holes in their memory like she had. Perhaps that was because of too many blows to the head in the pits, she had seen others in the past go simple as they aged from too many hits to their head. His hand on hers, calming her, chased the thoughts away again. Someone who knows what it's like to have to fight just to live. And make no doubt, this social project needed to fight to live.

And seeing Bajie so animated about it.

Flea wanted to see it live.

As long as they know it's your and mine's hides before theirs. She could be a bleeding heart, but at the end of the day, she would always chose Bajie and herself over others. It was simply part of her nature. Maybe that would change one day, but for now, she knew he was the only one she would fight for again. I suppose. It's not like there's anything else I could really do. Never learned to do anything but fight real well, you know? The corners of her mouth gently tugged upward. She could do this, teach others to fight. Let me guess, you have the first class already lined up and we're heading there now, because you were so certain I would say yes...

@Bajie'