He was angry with her. It was different than all the other times when he had been angry with her, somehow, and she felt a pain in her chest.
She hadn't expected that, despite everything. Their relationship had changed somewhat during the last year, or at least she thought it had. The firefly festival came to mind. When it suddenly called forth for her to be like the old days, she found herself knocked out. Why hadn't she expected this? She should have...Lash remained quiet as he went on about manipulations, holding back the urge to just storm out. Ironic, considering her activity for the past three days. Unsure why, she remained, her hand grasping the gun tighter as he went on. Her mind was a blur, but a thought kept coming back. They were here for me the year you were gone. She finally found her voice when he finished.
"...Yeah, I hear you loud and clear." Monotone. Lash was stuck between feeling awkward at the whole situation, or just disappointed in herself for not wanting to put others in the line of fire. She used to live for this. The Lash of two years ago would never have had that problem. That was the Lash Hawke expected her to be. It was like two voices in her head screaming to be more like they were. She just wanted to reach a compromise, but had a feeling this was just the beginning of a massive headache. Trying to show a bit more confidence, she added, "With what I've got planned, they'll never be able to capture him. I promise."
So why did she feel so helpless all of a sudden? Hadn't she once told him, confidently, I only do what I want to do?
What did she want right now?
Lash spun her gun before shooting at the paper again. Perfect headshot, right between the eyes. Her ears were ringing from the sound, but the student didn't mind. She'd heard stronger noises from the end of a tank. It gave her other things to concentrate on.
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She hadn't expected that, despite everything. Their relationship had changed somewhat during the last year, or at least she thought it had. The firefly festival came to mind. When it suddenly called forth for her to be like the old days, she found herself knocked out. Why hadn't she expected this? She should have...Lash remained quiet as he went on about manipulations, holding back the urge to just storm out. Ironic, considering her activity for the past three days. Unsure why, she remained, her hand grasping the gun tighter as he went on. Her mind was a blur, but a thought kept coming back. They were here for me the year you were gone. She finally found her voice when he finished.
"...Yeah, I hear you loud and clear." Monotone. Lash was stuck between feeling awkward at the whole situation, or just disappointed in herself for not wanting to put others in the line of fire. She used to live for this. The Lash of two years ago would never have had that problem. That was the Lash Hawke expected her to be. It was like two voices in her head screaming to be more like they were. She just wanted to reach a compromise, but had a feeling this was just the beginning of a massive headache. Trying to show a bit more confidence, she added, "With what I've got planned, they'll never be able to capture him. I promise."
So why did she feel so helpless all of a sudden? Hadn't she once told him, confidently, I only do what I want to do?
What did she want right now?
Lash spun her gun before shooting at the paper again. Perfect headshot, right between the eyes. Her ears were ringing from the sound, but the student didn't mind. She'd heard stronger noises from the end of a tank. It gave her other things to concentrate on.