"Oh?" He laced fingers across his abdomen, giving her his full attention. "How so?" But Ethan could guess, perhaps. Drawing blood had been more than second-nature to the children of his own generations; had they not been able to do so, few of them would have survived. Especially in the Black Suits, God knew.
But he supposed it was different, from Eileen's point of view. Thank God she'd never had to survive what he and the others had--never again would such tyranny rule the Deck, at least as long as he lived. And he knew several others who felt the same way, at that.
Nevertheless, Eileen was a child of a violence; it ran in her blood regardless. It was necessary, to survive in their world. Hopefully, however, such skills would eventually be the exception, rather than the norm.
His next query was quiet, but absolutely serious. "Was it worth it?"
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Date: 2016-04-09 01:06 am (UTC)But he supposed it was different, from Eileen's point of view. Thank God she'd never had to survive what he and the others had--never again would such tyranny rule the Deck, at least as long as he lived. And he knew several others who felt the same way, at that.
Nevertheless, Eileen was a child of a violence; it ran in her blood regardless. It was necessary, to survive in their world. Hopefully, however, such skills would eventually be the exception, rather than the norm.
His next query was quiet, but absolutely serious. "Was it worth it?"