She should have volunteered to write Wilson's. Then he might have lived. Ami wasn't much in the physical department, but she was smart. She knew how to word things so Caelius would accept it. She could have saved a life, but she was too cowardly, too timid. Too guarded.
This wasn't her fault.
Her nails were beginning to chip in her efforts to remove the tile, tiny scratches on metal as she pinched and pulled. The tile was never coming off, but Ami certainly thought if she just pushed a little harder, if she just scratched at it longer, it would work. Something would give.
Stupid dumbasses. Kat for following that dumbass Ryan. Lex for saying all those things about turtling-
this was why she turtled. People died on her, and it hurt a thousand times more than it should have.
Tennyson was a brilliant writer. Ami greatly admired the man, read his works and studied them intensely, repeating his words to thought. He had a way of focusing the careful reader's very
passion into the occasion, fitting the hearts of all people into a few comprehensive lines.
But he was wrong. It was better to have
never loved in the first place.
Status
Step: 3 HP: 20/40
Flags: 0
Instinctive moves: 0
