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β | =="Yes, you ''could'' attack . . . but given your sloppy footwork, I wouldn't advise it. Still, if you must, be aware the shotgun I' | + | =="Yes, you ''could'' attack . . . but given your sloppy footwork and poor positioning, I wouldn't advise it. Still, if you must, be aware the shotgun I've been pointing 'safely' off to the side actually has your knees located well within its known arc of fire, so . . . go ahead!"== |
==Ancestry :: Duster== | ==Ancestry :: Duster== | ||
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But sometimes the odds are too great even for a genius, or there's spectacularly bad luck that can't be planned for or mitigated against. That's what happened when The Black Sheep lost its Captain, and Edna lost the good use of her leg and back. | But sometimes the odds are too great even for a genius, or there's spectacularly bad luck that can't be planned for or mitigated against. That's what happened when The Black Sheep lost its Captain, and Edna lost the good use of her leg and back. | ||
β | She'd given them a good fight. They'd held out against overwhelming, seemingly hopeless odds, longer than anyone had any right to. They'd gotten through it. . . . mostly. But not all. Edna misses the Captain, as much as she misses anyone. They were a dear friend and companion. Every single day, in her mind's eye, Edna still runs through what happened. What she should've known going in, but didn't. What she could've done differently in hindsight, but hadn't | + | She'd given them a real good fight. They'd held out against overwhelming, seemingly hopeless odds, longer than anyone had any right to. They'd gotten through it. . . . mostly. But not all. Edna misses the Captain, as much as she misses anyone. They were a dear friend and companion. Every single day, in her mind's eye, Edna still runs through what happened. What she should've known going in, but didn't. What she could've done differently in hindsight, but hadn't. After all, no problem is truly insurmountable. |
β | Even when the problem . . . | + | Even when the problem is . . . conflict itself. |