[That gets a reaction, though not one that Maketh enjoys. She flinches, shoulders going tight, hand stuck in mid-reach for the next bottle, and shaking. She's shaking all over, suddenly. Lilith isn't her soldier, no, never was, never will be, bounty-hunter to the end. Not that it matters, because her soldiers are dead just like she was. Twice, now. once for treason and once because she'd been too weak, too fucking soft to deal with her own problems without involving anyone else.
Like now, really.
Fix your posture, soldier.
Maketh tries, clasping her hands tight behind her back. Stand at attention, eyes straight ahead, face blank. Just like that.
Discipline is God, her instructors used to say. Learn to worship. There used to be comfort in that.]
no subject
Like now, really.
Fix your posture, soldier.
Maketh tries, clasping her hands tight behind her back. Stand at attention, eyes straight ahead, face blank. Just like that.
Discipline is God, her instructors used to say. Learn to worship. There used to be comfort in that.]
If you're not going to help, then get out.
[This was a bad idea from the start.]