Fairywings
Perry/Perrin
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Daniel: Daniel looked at the others with an apologetic glance and then turned to River. "Sorry River. They were getting on my nerves. That was Italian, translates roughly into 'shut up you idiot'. It's one of the nice things about learning languages from fellow students, they teach you the insults and swear words first, so later when some kid's teasing you about your pronunciation you can tell him to shut up in his own language."
Max: Max wandered to the beach a little ways from everyone else. Max was unsure of the strange feelings she was having. She knew anxiety, that was nothing new. But everything else - she'd blocked it out, if she had felt it before - for so long, she didn't recognize it. Was that - was that loneliness? She couldn't be lonely. Max was the lone ranger, the lone wolf. Shed been alone all her life. She couldn't be lonely. But then, she did somewhat fit in here. She'd actually acted like a friend to some. But now River was caught up with Daniel, and everyone else had moved on. Maybe that's what life is when a shy girl loses her mysteriousness. Max stropped, dropped to her kness, bowed her head even though she wasn't religious, and prayed:
"Dear Lord,
If I should die today, please take my soul to keep
I ain't looking for forgiveness, I know I won't get it
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And I hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet,
Let me make my final stand."
Okay, so she'd borrowed most of it from one of her favorite songs. But it was appropriate for her life and it was appropriate for a soldier, and she was a future soldier.
Then Max spotted a sharp piece of shell. She picked it up, studied it, and pocketed it. That would be useful.
Max: Max wandered to the beach a little ways from everyone else. Max was unsure of the strange feelings she was having. She knew anxiety, that was nothing new. But everything else - she'd blocked it out, if she had felt it before - for so long, she didn't recognize it. Was that - was that loneliness? She couldn't be lonely. Max was the lone ranger, the lone wolf. Shed been alone all her life. She couldn't be lonely. But then, she did somewhat fit in here. She'd actually acted like a friend to some. But now River was caught up with Daniel, and everyone else had moved on. Maybe that's what life is when a shy girl loses her mysteriousness. Max stropped, dropped to her kness, bowed her head even though she wasn't religious, and prayed:
"Dear Lord,
If I should die today, please take my soul to keep
I ain't looking for forgiveness, I know I won't get it
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And I hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet,
Let me make my final stand."
Okay, so she'd borrowed most of it from one of her favorite songs. But it was appropriate for her life and it was appropriate for a soldier, and she was a future soldier.
Then Max spotted a sharp piece of shell. She picked it up, studied it, and pocketed it. That would be useful.