Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2016 15:11:28 GMT -5
Charlie forced her hands in her pockets as she walked along the side of the lake. The city, the camp, everything was just different and she had thought that a change of pace would be different, a walk. That would clear her mind. This war, this whole thing with the government, There was a lot to take in and to be perfectly honest, Charlie wished she had the heart to do what Ronan had done. When she needed the chance to do it, she couldn't go through with it. She stayed behind because Chris was trapped in the facility and her friends were in there and she couldn't do anything to fix it. She hated feeling hopeless and powerless against things that were beyond her control and she was going to do everything to make sure it never happened again. She had been training, not just with her cohort, but every waking hour. She would shove food in her throat so fast that most people would puke. She didn't deserve to be first cohort, she didn't deserve to be centurion. She should turn her position in for cowardice. She stayed behind because first cohort needed a centurion. Was that responsibility or was it cowardice. She didn't know, she couldn't tell. She some what didn't want to know. She was so angry. Mostly she was angry with herself and keeping everything bottled up was not the smart thing to do, but she was a daughter of Mars, every one knew that they were emotionally challenged sots. Charlie wanted desperately to ram her fist into the oak tree she passed, but she didn't and simply placed a hand on it. She wanted to cry, it took every ounce of will power for her to not cry.