zg_shadows | Something to live for.

There were things I used to believe in. Love, Gaia, chivalry, all the usual shit you believe in when you're young and life hasn't kicked you in the teeth enough yet.

That was before Gaia forced me away from the man I love. That was before the Spirals killed his wife and daughter and I spent years helplessly watching him disintegrate before my eyes. That was before I conceived the child I'd always wanted when it was far too late for me to stop being a killer and start being a mother, and before I sent the one thing I had left to care about far away from me to keep her safe.

You only get one chance. James Royce's bullet made sure of that.

So no. I don't believe in anything, anymore. Not in this war I'm fighting, and certainly not in Gaia, unless you count believing that she's a coldhearted bitch.

I live by the Litany, and by the slender hope that my daughter might have a future. And now there's a hate coiling in my belly that's stronger than Rage, and far, far older.

Your Septmate wanted me to tell you that your daughter was dead.

So. He risked her life just to get at me, and then tried to clean up his mess by stabbing me in the back.

I flex my fingers around the haft of my spear, and I think.

I live by the Litany. I always will.

You ever notice all the things the Litany doesn't say?