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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

Hold on a second, it's not like that's why I became a Hunter, you know!

[b]"If I was just doing it for the money, I wouldn't have gotten this far in the first place."[/b] I countered, meeting her eyes sidelong. [b]"I mean, I may not be good for much, but if nothing else I wouldn't have been able to gut it out through the training when I could just get a job and start building a resume, like any other guy."[/b]

That was conjecture, of course, but greed has never been a primary motivator for me. I'm no plutocrat like Bianca by any means, but between Mom and Dad's respective lines of work, our family was well within the confines of the status of "doing just fine, thanks". I am not a particularly greedy man, even if I'm frugal with my spending.

That's more just me having common sense, anyway. Even an idiot knows something as simple as waiting for sales and buying things in bulk, and I was no exception.

It was not monetary greed that drove me beyond my limits.

It was a fire that burned much deeper and hotter than that. Something that came from the very core of who I was all the way from boyhood 'till now. The kind of motivation that will make a guy do something he absolutely hates with nothing more than a grunt and a passing, displeased thought.

One that kept me going every day. One that gave my legs the will to tread water, even when I was out of my depth.

[b]"Are you saying that's why you're here, though?"[/b] I asked, my voice carefully neutral. Be all of that as it may, that was just my personal state. If money was a good enough motivator for Gratia Mindaro, then all power to Gratia Mindaro to keep doing what Gratia Mindaro did.

[b]"Or is it something else, too?"[/b]

It wasn't like I had a chance in hell of stopping her, anyway.