[center][color=#88C070][h2][b][u]Peace of Mind[/u][/b][/h2]
[h3]Silverwick[/h3][/color][/center]


As soon as all of the attacking soldiers were slain, Fay's brain reverted to it's usual chemistry, and mere seconds later, Fay was on her knees, throwing up behind a wall. She's just taken the lives of three men, but although this was upsetting her, she couldn't cry. She was trying to. She wanted to. But she couldn't cry. Maybe seeing so much death in the past had hardened her emotionally, but she'd always tried to save them. She'd never killed them herself, on purpose.

[color=#88C070][i]"Killing will get easier now that you've done it for the first time."[/i][/color] spoke the voice in her head.

[i]"It was easy. That's the worst part. Maybe it was what you did to me, but even though it's worn off, I know I could do that again, and that scares me. Murder shouldn't be easy."[/i]

[color=#88C070][i]"You are going to have to do a lot of things you do not want to in the coming days and months. Many more people will perish, some by your hand, and I will not alter your brain next time. This may not be what you want me to say to you, but it is what you need to hear. I have never been a sugar-coater."[/i][/color]

[i]"Thanks for the rallying talk,"[/i] Fay thought back sarcastically, before she stood up and approached the rest of the chosen. As she did, she looked around and assessed the scene. Quoris was right, of course, and so was Fay. She had seen so much death that the bodies she had killed did not stir emotion from her. Besides, the soldiers were here to kill them. If anybody should feel guilty for the widowed wives and orphaned children, it was the soldiers. They chose this path. They chose to face danger. They chose to fight. The Chosen of the Legionnaires did not.

[color=#88C070]"Does anybody need medical attention?"[/color] she asked aloud.