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Her initial response is a tight, shivering smile.
“Yeah.” Some part of her imagined it could end like this, but she hadn’t been too worried about it. She thought there’d be glory and all that other shit military recruiters opined about. Hell, she couldn’t even
really imagine what it’d feel like. You didn’t feel blood spray when you watched an action movie. After a moment, she nodded.
“What about you?” This angel seemed more insightful than she could ever be. All she’d been was
angry.
Her laugh is bitter. Sure, she wasn’t
injured but that didn’t mean she was okay. Not by a long shot.
“Tell that to my therapist.” Not that she had—or would ever have—one.
Talking to them about her issues would mean admitting
a lot of illegal shit. And she really didn’t trust confidentiality. At Rose’s encouragement, the taller woman sighs. It’s almost as if her very soul is being pushed away.
“I always do.” And that, more than anything, made this
worse. No matter what she did or who she hurt, she found a way to shove it aside for later. To tell herself she’d deal with it eventually.
Every month she decided it’d be the time she left Rocket. And, yet, she kept waking up in this same Arceus damned nightmare. Every ounce of blood spilt just filled the tiger trap deeper. The latter’s first rung always
shattered. For a so-called tough guy, she really was a baby.
“One foot in front of the other, right?”The pronouncement drew the redhead’s attention. A muscular hand tightened in the brick.
“I think that’s pretty obvious.” She was in a terrorist organization. There was some person’s
brains on her face. It’d be weird if she
wasn’t off-kilter. At the offer, Madd smiled.
“I would try to stop you, but—” There was a lot of Aubre in her. And experience told her there was no stopping the martyr type. They’d slit their wrists to water a tree in front of a logger. Her sentence is punctuated not with a period but a resigned shrug.
There wasn’t any fight in this badger.
“Just stay behind me, okay?” At least, if someone got shot, it’d be the asshole who deserved it.
A shaky breath erupted as she took a step into the empty street. Her lips pressed together as she realized se didn’t know the way. It wasn’t like she’d Google mapped ‘place to hide from enemy soldiers’ on her phone.
“I think it’s this way.” A sticky footprint confirmed she remembered that much.