"Did he deserve it?" Jennette asks me. Her voice is unexpectedly calm despite the heavy information I just relayed to her.
"He was a man who had done despicable things for the vague sake of change." I reply, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper. My head's low, looking down on the wooden floorboard as I'm sitting on my bed.
"Hmmmm, Ed, this.. How do I put it.. let me just say it plainly— don't let it consume you." she suddenly says, her voice's low but it's also soft.
"What do you mean?" I ask, genuinely curious, and my eyes snap— flickering to her direction. She's sitting on her bed— clipping her toe nails.
"I mean exactly what I mean. Do you forget? I have lived the life of a mercenary, Ed. I know all about that life, and I know exactly how it feels, and how you're feeling. I don't even know why you chose this life.
We could be living a calm and peaceful life, but you decided to— for whatever reason— live the life of a mercenary.
