She turned back to him, his words igniting something in the guardswoman.
Cheshie stared into Henan’s eyes.
She recognized something there.
And she hated that.
“You coward. What gives you the right. What gives you the right to run from your duty while the others, your betters, stand and die doing their’s.” Emotion began to rise in Cheshie’s voice, some how her grip growing even tighter than before.
“And maybe it won’t make a difference, maybe they’d all die any way, weather you were there or not, maybe it is hopeless,” Her voice began to crack, dripping with vitriol.
“But it’s not about surviving, or even succeeding. It’s about doing your duty. Doing what’s right. Standing. Your. Ground.” Cheshie stopped, her breathing heavy, a wild fire in her eye. She glanced at her hand digging in to Henan’s shoulder. Clarity seemed to wash over her face, like something festering had been released.
Her hand slowly drew back from Henan, and Cheshie swallowed hard. Her voice seemed smaller now.
“I-I’m sorry. I just-“
She shook her head, glancing back at Ilya, obviously a little ashamed at the outburst.
Should have kept your mouth shut. Let Ilya deal with it.
(@Winger )