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Date: 2018-06-24 08:41 pm (UTC)
childofaxios: (easycompany-chyler-24)
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[ She looks up at him guiltily. ] I was going to. We kept going out on missions and I forgot.

[ Kind of a hard thing to forget to tell someone, but she's used to the idea of John knowing most of what goes on in her life.

She settles deeper into his jacket, comforted by the weight of it, the smell of well-tended leather. For a little while she can't say anything, trying to sort out her thoughts. ]


I'm a soldier. [ The statement is as much to see if it still rings true as it is part of what she's trying to say. ] I've planned on being a soldier since I was old enough to understand what that meant. I told you, I've never had a problem with the idea of killing. I've seen enough people die. Death is simple. It's the same for everyone. Soldiers bring death, that's what we do.

[ She's quiet again. Dom shifts to rest his head on her lap. ] People keep telling me to be something else. I don't know how to be anything else.
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