When I was a prisoner of the Gestapo I was afraid all the time, but at least I knew what I was dealing with. I don't understand this situation, and that scares me more than anything. I watch the vines I cut slither under John's boot, and think about the men shooting at us to keep us here, and it just makes me angry.
"Who are they to make us stay here with vines that laugh?" I stalk to the edge of the hill and glare down at the men there. I am a Wallace and a Stuart and I am not about to be subject to the whims of anonymous bullies just because they're armed. "I'm not staying here just because they say so."
It only strikes my arm, a glancing blow, but I only make it a couple of steps down the hill before the arrow drives me back.
I am so shocked that someone would actually shoot me with an arrow that it doesn't even hurt at first.
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Date: 2012-11-01 12:18 am (UTC)"Who are they to make us stay here with vines that laugh?" I stalk to the edge of the hill and glare down at the men there. I am a Wallace and a Stuart and I am not about to be subject to the whims of anonymous bullies just because they're armed. "I'm not staying here just because they say so."
It only strikes my arm, a glancing blow, but I only make it a couple of steps down the hill before the arrow drives me back.
I am so shocked that someone would actually shoot me with an arrow that it doesn't even hurt at first.