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''You had his back. You failed to keep it. You could have done better.'' <br><br> | ''You had his back. You failed to keep it. You could have done better.'' <br><br> | ||
| − | Kiera’s comments had hit their mark and it was a rout, plain and simple. I’d had the presence of mind to swipe one of the stunners from the scene and shove it down my coveralls and I knew I had to get it stowed in the weapons locker. It made a perfectly legitimate reason to be down there away from the others and once off the stairs, it took less than a minute. Stepping out of the locker, the memory of Christian in a stand-off with Grimes surfaced and for a second I was there, now three years past, with Grimes’s nose splintering under my fist. If that blow hadn’t killed him, connecting with the bulkhead opposite had and it didn’t take much effort to see the red smear his head painted all the way to the deck. I looked down and saw Joshua’s blood on me. It stained my hands, wreathing my knuckles with red. My coveralls were peppered with it and I could feel it on my skin where it soaked through.<br><br> | + | Kiera’s comments had hit their mark and it was a rout, plain and simple. I’d had the presence of mind to swipe one of the stunners from the scene and shove it down my coveralls and I knew I had to get it stowed in the weapons locker. It made a perfectly legitimate reason to be down there away from the others and once off the stairs, it took less than a minute. Stepping out of the locker, the memory of Christian in a stand-off with Grimes surfaced and for a second I was there, now three years past, with Grimes’s nose splintering under my fist. If that blow hadn’t killed him, connecting with the bulkhead opposite had and it didn’t take much effort to see the red smear his head painted all the way to the deck. I looked down and saw Joshua’s blood on me. It stained my hands, wreathing my knuckles with in red. My coveralls were peppered with it and I could feel it on my skin where it soaked through.<br><br> |
''You had his back. You failed to keep it. You '''should''' have done better.''<br><br> | ''You had his back. You failed to keep it. You '''should''' have done better.''<br><br> | ||
