[ She grips it steady, fingers laced along the grip. How long before she had callouses of her own. The little burn marks where bullets flung and seared her - her own marks of living.
They might hurt, but she'd find it worth it. ]
They say it changes you, killing.
[ But then again, Ilde didn't seem to have much of a problem with it -- but she wasn't going to dwell. It was done. ]
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They might hurt, but she'd find it worth it. ]
They say it changes you, killing.
[ But then again, Ilde didn't seem to have much of a problem with it -- but she wasn't going to dwell. It was done. ]