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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 776092" data-attributes="member: 2062">They were surrounded by bodies, most of them still bleeding profusely.&nbsp; Dru stood over the last one with her rapier, driving the blade into his stomach over and over and over again.&nbsp;&nbsp; She kept seeing Andaryn's face, and couldn't restrain herself.&nbsp; &nbsp; She felt a hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; &quot;Drusilia, he's dead,&quot; said Papa's voice, uncommonly gentle.&nbsp; &quot;Let it go.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Taking a deep but wavery breath, Dru closed her eyes, nodding.&nbsp; When she opened them again, she was calm.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Clean off your rapier,&quot; he told her, watching her while she did so, mechanically.&nbsp; When she'd finished, he nodded.&nbsp; &quot;Now, slide it into its sheathe.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru sighed, and obeyed.&nbsp; She looked around at the carnage, and at the shivering, frightened looking prostitutes huddled in one corner.&nbsp; &quot;We should probably leave,&quot; she said, finding her voice.&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa nodded, glancing over at the women.&nbsp; &quot;You know what to tell the Watch.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; One of them, the oldest, nodded somberly.&nbsp; &quot;I do,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Come,&quot; said Papa, gesturing at Dru to follow him.&nbsp; &quot;The last thing that we need is to have the Watch trying to arrest us.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; When they finally got back to the compound, they walked past the doorguard, and then back to Papa's office.&nbsp; &quot;Do you feel better now?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded, dropping back into a chair beside Papa's desk.&nbsp; &quot;Yes,&quot; she told him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Try not to let hate by the driving force in your life,&quot; said Papa, as he sat down behind his desk.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru stared at him blankly.&nbsp; &nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; &quot;If you cannot let go of it, at least use it as a weapon.&nbsp; Focus it, and use it to destroy your enemies, not yourself.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Hmm.&quot;&nbsp; Dru nodded, thoughtfully.&nbsp; She thought of her hatred of Andaryn, of Meris, of the other, more minor people who had made attempts on her life, and then envisioned it as a red hot blade.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;I can do that,&quot; she said, looking up at him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Papa smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes, &quot;I know you can.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 776092, member: 2062"] They were surrounded by bodies, most of them still bleeding profusely. Dru stood over the last one with her rapier, driving the blade into his stomach over and over and over again. She kept seeing Andaryn's face, and couldn't restrain herself. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Drusilia, he's dead," said Papa's voice, uncommonly gentle. "Let it go." Taking a deep but wavery breath, Dru closed her eyes, nodding. When she opened them again, she was calm. "Clean off your rapier," he told her, watching her while she did so, mechanically. When she'd finished, he nodded. "Now, slide it into its sheathe." Dru sighed, and obeyed. She looked around at the carnage, and at the shivering, frightened looking prostitutes huddled in one corner. "We should probably leave," she said, finding her voice. Papa nodded, glancing over at the women. "You know what to tell the Watch." One of them, the oldest, nodded somberly. "I do," she said. "Come," said Papa, gesturing at Dru to follow him. "The last thing that we need is to have the Watch trying to arrest us." When they finally got back to the compound, they walked past the doorguard, and then back to Papa's office. "Do you feel better now?" Dru nodded, dropping back into a chair beside Papa's desk. "Yes," she told him. "Try not to let hate by the driving force in your life," said Papa, as he sat down behind his desk. Dru stared at him blankly. He sighed. "If you cannot let go of it, at least use it as a weapon. Focus it, and use it to destroy your enemies, not yourself." "Hmm." Dru nodded, thoughtfully. She thought of her hatred of Andaryn, of Meris, of the other, more minor people who had made attempts on her life, and then envisioned it as a red hot blade. "I can do that," she said, looking up at him. Papa smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes, "I know you can." [/QUOTE]

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