[She makes a little frustrated noise as she hits a small whorl, a twist in the wood of the arrow she's working on.]
Yeah, well. That can change real quick. I'd rather be ready.
[She frowns after a moment, because that sounds-- colder than she'd like, and all of a sudden she just feels so fucking old. Like something Joel might say. Like something he'd believe. She would burn the world for him, but she does not, not ever want to be like him. She scrubs a hand over her face, tugs her ponytail off-center in a half-hearted attempt at tightening it.]
If it was up to me I wouldn't hurt anybody. For the record.
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Yeah, well. That can change real quick. I'd rather be ready.
[She frowns after a moment, because that sounds-- colder than she'd like, and all of a sudden she just feels so fucking old. Like something Joel might say. Like something he'd believe. She would burn the world for him, but she does not, not ever want to be like him. She scrubs a hand over her face, tugs her ponytail off-center in a half-hearted attempt at tightening it.]
If it was up to me I wouldn't hurt anybody. For the record.