Julianna managed a small chuckle to keep the mood light, ate some of the chips she'd plucked from the bag. She was not going to bollocks this up. She wanted to correct her perceived error. The past could never be fixed, per se, but if there could finally be a coming to terms, then it could only be positive, possibly for both herself and Valerie.
"As you know," she said, lowering her voice a notch, "the training period in London is not handled individually. Teams are assigned so as to avoid...complications. Emotional ones, I mean to say."
She had a sudden mental flash of Allison's hopeful young face, and her smile turned wistful with nostalgia. She'd framed the copy of the girl's final examination, the one Cyrus Claymore had given her. It hung in a place of honor in her new apartment. It was the last thing she'd packed when she left her London flat. As a reminder.
"Seven years ago, there was a Slayer named Allison Pritchard. I was part of the team assigned to train her, and the one whose methods she responded to. I...she...an inadvertent bond formed."
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on 2013-11-08 04:15 am (UTC)Julianna managed a small chuckle to keep the mood light, ate some of the chips she'd plucked from the bag. She was not going to bollocks this up. She wanted to correct her perceived error. The past could never be fixed, per se, but if there could finally be a coming to terms, then it could only be positive, possibly for both herself and Valerie.
"As you know," she said, lowering her voice a notch, "the training period in London is not handled individually. Teams are assigned so as to avoid...complications. Emotional ones, I mean to say."
She had a sudden mental flash of Allison's hopeful young face, and her smile turned wistful with nostalgia. She'd framed the copy of the girl's final examination, the one Cyrus Claymore had given her. It hung in a place of honor in her new apartment. It was the last thing she'd packed when she left her London flat. As a reminder.
"Seven years ago, there was a Slayer named Allison Pritchard. I was part of the team assigned to train her, and the one whose methods she responded to. I...she...an inadvertent bond formed."