[ Capture him too, if you can. Kill him if you can't.
Those words send a chill through her, putting a fine point on the seriousness of their directive. She isn't a soldier, just a girl from the countryside with a peculiar set of talents. But this is the world she's in now, and they're all part of a war they can't avoid. If she must fight, then she'll fight — even if her motivation for doing so lies not with the Regent on their throne, but with the people close at hand.
She answers Amos's look with a small nod before turning back to Abel. He hasn't yet made a move to pursue Amos, so she doesn't yet make a move toward him. Despite Amos's instructions, she's in no rush to fight. The longer Abel wants to talk, the farther Amos will get — and if by some chance Abel is able to incapacitate her, at least Amos will have that much of a headstart. ]
... I'm sorry, Father. I can't let you hurt Mr. Amos for the same reason you want to save your friend.
[ Her tone is softer now with Amos retreating, though her posture is the same. She doesn't intend to move until Abel takes a step forward. ]
If you take that man back, won't he kill more Achamites?
[ The fallen soldier is still cooling nearby, his blood still filling the cracks in the street. ]
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Those words send a chill through her, putting a fine point on the seriousness of their directive. She isn't a soldier, just a girl from the countryside with a peculiar set of talents. But this is the world she's in now, and they're all part of a war they can't avoid. If she must fight, then she'll fight — even if her motivation for doing so lies not with the Regent on their throne, but with the people close at hand.
She answers Amos's look with a small nod before turning back to Abel. He hasn't yet made a move to pursue Amos, so she doesn't yet make a move toward him. Despite Amos's instructions, she's in no rush to fight. The longer Abel wants to talk, the farther Amos will get — and if by some chance Abel is able to incapacitate her, at least Amos will have that much of a headstart. ]
... I'm sorry, Father. I can't let you hurt Mr. Amos for the same reason you want to save your friend.
[ Her tone is softer now with Amos retreating, though her posture is the same. She doesn't intend to move until Abel takes a step forward. ]
If you take that man back, won't he kill more Achamites?
[ The fallen soldier is still cooling nearby, his blood still filling the cracks in the street. ]