... It wasn't for my sake. Though I was well trained by the time I did end up enlisted in hand to hand combat, if nothing else. The most useless skill in fighting against Titans.
[ And for two militaries, that had been the foot in the door. The rest that she'd excelled at was a matter of course. The only benefit to her life, the reason for it, was to be chosen; and after that, it was to be chosen again to get closer to possible answers before they could go home again. ]
He and all the people who spouted off the same bullshit, empty ideals they didn't even believe in? No. My training was never about being good for me.
[ Though she doesn't sound bitter. She doesn't even sound angry, precisely, but almost... resigned. Tired. It's out of her hands anyway. She admitted that when she was sixteen, and it turns out, at twenty? She was still admitting it.
She seats herself on the edge of the deck, legs dangling, but her feet not kicking. Her palms are pressed flat to the deck itself, Lute staying a few steps away, sniffing and looking over the gardens from where he stands. ]
Don't worry. [ She says after a moment, on the tail end of her own quiet as she watches the pokemon in the garden. ] I wouldn't touch you without your permission. [ That does not sound reassuring. Nor does what follows after a brief, considered pause, remembering her meeting with Lance back in October. ] Or you were harassing me and didn't back off when I said stop.
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[ And for two militaries, that had been the foot in the door. The rest that she'd excelled at was a matter of course. The only benefit to her life, the reason for it, was to be chosen; and after that, it was to be chosen again to get closer to possible answers before they could go home again. ]
He and all the people who spouted off the same bullshit, empty ideals they didn't even believe in? No. My training was never about being good for me.
[ Though she doesn't sound bitter. She doesn't even sound angry, precisely, but almost... resigned. Tired. It's out of her hands anyway. She admitted that when she was sixteen, and it turns out, at twenty? She was still admitting it.
She seats herself on the edge of the deck, legs dangling, but her feet not kicking. Her palms are pressed flat to the deck itself, Lute staying a few steps away, sniffing and looking over the gardens from where he stands. ]
Don't worry. [ She says after a moment, on the tail end of her own quiet as she watches the pokemon in the garden. ] I wouldn't touch you without your permission. [ That does not sound reassuring. Nor does what follows after a brief, considered pause, remembering her meeting with Lance back in October. ] Or you were harassing me and didn't back off when I said stop.