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Subject: Closed doors Author: Simple [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05/27/05 5:19:56pm Fri In reply to: kyuusai 's message, "resolve" on 05/27/05 9:38:28am Fri "Heather." Dashell finally looked up, green eyes still as peircing as they had been in the doorway. He had closed the door behind them when Simple had come to ask about the drumbeats. "Gather the students and be prepared to leave if necessary." Her mouth opened to protest and closed again as he raised his hand slightly. "The greatest warrior in all time is the one who never has to fight. None of us are that outstanding, but we choose our battles. Hurt rather than maim. Maim rather than kill. Kill rather than be killed." He no longer looked the part of the hawk he had been only moments earlier. "If we can leave this situation peacefully, that is the best pathway we can choose. " "This is home." Simple stared at him, bluish hair falling partway across her eyes as she looked at the floor. She felt violated, hearing his words, knowing that he would stand up and leave it all, just to avoid the spilling of blood. "No, Heather," Dashell smiled his familiar smile and opened the door to the office, "this is only a place and these are only things. What matters in life is us, those we care about." "If they come here, they won't touch anyone." She looked up, both protective and angry. The smell of dying roses permeated the air and several students looked towards the office. "I'll kill them all first." Dashell very gently guided her out of the office and shut the door behind him, saying as it remained barely cracked open. "And then what makes you better than they?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date influx kyuusai 05/31/05 2:48:12pm Tue John, make sure you read that post before posting. (NT) -- Anj, who thinks Stan rocks., 05/31/05 8:09:15pm Tue