Snippet #1949

Acadia glanced up from her nails as Sermon settled next to her. She knew his sorrow well, but had problems expressing it as freely as he did. So instead she sat up and touched his shoulder gently. She'd been wounded in that same spot on her own body during the wars, protecting him. She never thought about it in the way a human would. She was never proud of the fact that she had risked her life to save his. He was her leader. It was what was expected of her. It was the lack of this sort of attitude that they both lamented. The Crescent Moon class was no longer proud and fierce as she had known it.

"Perhaps it is time to become more selective in those we change. We may decrease in size, but what we lose in bodies we will gain in strength and value. But, that is for another time. Your brother is pushing again. He wants less kills, fewer raids. Pointless requests, really, that will do nothing but weaken us. He's pissing me off, Sermon."