[ There is more she could say. More specifics. There are words for the thing that happened, atrocities, shaping children into murderers, but she... she can't. Instead River takes a shaky breath and shudders. ]
How old were you the first time your hands were red with blood?
She was... sixteen? Probably old. Considering everything.
(Abby doesn't bother to ask whether she wants to know about Abby's first infected, or the first human kill.) Thirteen, (she completes, looking steadily at River. It doesn't shock her to hear any of it. Maybe she's not really the right person to tell something like that to.) That's not old, River. We were kids.
(At the time she didn't get that. She didn't understand why her dad cried in the wake of the unmoving body, but she does now.)
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Pain? Suffering. Beyond the rigors of a finishing education.
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(She might not. It sounds like it might be hurtful.) I don't mind if you don't. You don't owe me anything.
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[ There is more she could say. More specifics. There are words for the thing that happened, atrocities, shaping children into murderers, but she... she can't. Instead River takes a shaky breath and shudders. ]
How old were you the first time your hands were red with blood?
She was... sixteen? Probably old. Considering everything.
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(At the time she didn't get that. She didn't understand why her dad cried in the wake of the unmoving body, but she does now.)
What happened?