Thank goodness, I wouldn't have been able to stick around if they were using us to police people.She never liked the term peacekeeper. It usually meant mercenary, or murderer, in her experience. True peacekeepers never fought, they used words first, and she wasn't one for using words, she didn't have a lot of them to begin with, not on good days, and certainly not on bad ones.
I'm not afraid of sweat and bruises.She wasn't afraid of a lot of things.
You always have a way of talking me into doing things I'd rather not be doing, but not in the bad way, in the way .. that you know what's good for my spirit.It was the most she had said in one time in a while, but it was true, Bajie had a way of instilling in her a want to do what was for the good of others, not just herself, to not just be a cog in a machine that had chewed up better than her, and spat back out the worse than her. She was middling in that machine, and Bajie was giving her a way to say enough was enough and leave it all behind.
He was giving her a way out, like he had tried to so long ago. A way to be more than just a fighter and a killer. A way to feel proud of what she was doing, to feel good about what she was doing. And as much as the realist in her hated to admit, a way to feel the hope this place was promising.
If they talk back it'll be laps, like I had to do, all those years ago. laps are good for character building.She had to run a lot of laps in her early years.
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10-20-2024, 12:10 AM