There is nothing fair or easy about being a hero. This you know too well. [If he called her so she could hear a comforting voice right now, would she pick up? Oh, but he doesn't want to wake Ardbert. She would feel even worse if he saw her like this, and he has to be torn up about everything already.]
Right now, you are tired and it is easy to see the pain you have caused because there is no denying the fact that you are correct. To save lives, you must take lives. It is the fate of any who take to the field of battle; it is the question they all must answer. What is the point of doing good if you are doing evil in equal measure? [Giving credence to her words isn't really enough though. She is in pain. Even if her words are true in many ways, confirming them doesn't help ease that pain.]
Put that question to the side for just a moment, my dear daughter. Can you do something for me? Take a deep breath. Remember when we were at the dance the natives threw for the anniversary of the first arrivals? Remember how it felt when I wrapped my arms around you? Focus your mind on that feeling. Block out everything else. Remember the awkward beginning and the comforting end. Remember your tail swishing around, a little tattletale of your moods. Ground yourself on the smell of flowers, the sound of music, the feel of the small breeze that stirs the air as people come and go. Bury yourself in the sensation of that moment. Tell me what you remember of it. Do not let your current feelings cloud it. Be honest to the memory.
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[If he called her so she could hear a comforting voice right now, would she pick up? Oh, but he doesn't want to wake Ardbert. She would feel even worse if he saw her like this, and he has to be torn up about everything already.]
Right now, you are tired and it is easy to see the pain you have caused because there is no denying the fact that you are correct. To save lives, you must take lives. It is the fate of any who take to the field of battle; it is the question they all must answer. What is the point of doing good if you are doing evil in equal measure?
[Giving credence to her words isn't really enough though. She is in pain. Even if her words are true in many ways, confirming them doesn't help ease that pain.]
Put that question to the side for just a moment, my dear daughter. Can you do something for me? Take a deep breath. Remember when we were at the dance the natives threw for the anniversary of the first arrivals? Remember how it felt when I wrapped my arms around you? Focus your mind on that feeling. Block out everything else. Remember the awkward beginning and the comforting end. Remember your tail swishing around, a little tattletale of your moods. Ground yourself on the smell of flowers, the sound of music, the feel of the small breeze that stirs the air as people come and go. Bury yourself in the sensation of that moment. Tell me what you remember of it. Do not let your current feelings cloud it. Be honest to the memory.