PETER
”The youngest trained... by you then?” Peter nodded, more to himself than to her, his mind full of training ideas, ways to meld what he had gone through with a gentler hand. He looked up again at the comment of dying young though, a frown on his face. ”Different training should help.” The words come out a little forcefully, though he’s already going over acceptable losses in his head.
He cocked his head as the captain turned to look out the window, taking the moment to really consider her. ”All I can offer you is my best.” Peter returned. His best was very good though, had always been more than enough, and he didn’t think it would be lacking here. ”I think... you’ll be happy with it.”
He cocked his head as the captain turned to look out the window, taking the moment to really consider her. ”All I can offer you is my best.” Peter returned. His best was very good though, had always been more than enough, and he didn’t think it would be lacking here. ”I think... you’ll be happy with it.”
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
