He might have smiled, or maybe it was just an illusion because of the lack of light. The hand without the cigarette in it ran over his military haircut, battle-hardened fingers touching brown strands. The tip of his cigarette smoldered on, and he took it out of his mouth again to keep the smoke out of his eyes.
"That you're determined to kill yourself, of course."
He wondered in some distant corner of his mind if anyone had said it to her so baldly before, if they'd pointed out her self-destructive streak. Soldiers grew reckless after long periods at war. This girl had never been at war, not really. He wondered where the urge had come from.
"Unfortunately, you're rather out of luck. My job is to stop that from happening."
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on 2013-09-24 05:32 pm (UTC)"That you're determined to kill yourself, of course."
He wondered in some distant corner of his mind if anyone had said it to her so baldly before, if they'd pointed out her self-destructive streak. Soldiers grew reckless after long periods at war. This girl had never been at war, not really. He wondered where the urge had come from.
"Unfortunately, you're rather out of luck. My job is to stop that from happening."