Date: 2014-10-15 06:25 am (UTC)
noteasytobepink: (Too many years)
"Because you're big on talking?" she asked simply. "You won't even fill me in, tactically, on what happened here. You don't like talking about anything that smacks of grim or dark Bill and I try not to upset you. I live and breath and think darker than most people every should have to think about Bill, and darker than you're comfortable with and I hate it when you seem afraid of me." There were reasons most soldiers seemed ghosts of themselves after a war.

They couldn't forget, and those who didn't know the wars were never comfortable with them. It was hard when the world around a vet felt like prey.

"I'm a weapon, Bill. I lifted my arm in a block and it was slow. I turned and skidded a kick and my breath caught. I was falling out of tune, nothing you'd notice, nothing most would notice, but with me it would be the difference between ducking a bullet and getting scored. I went somewhere where I wasn't the best, and I climbed my way back up, without killing anyone, without maiming anyone, without having to pick fights in bars and running rooftops as vigilante justice against mafiosos. I re-tuned. I am almost done and I would like you to be there for the final steps. If that is alright then I thank you. If it's not, tell me, and I'll go now so You don't have to waste your time worry about aspects of me you won't change."
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