Aramis shakes her head, stretching to retrieve the blanket from the chaise to wrap around herself. "Perhaps you are right to be fearful," she says. "I am still a soldier. Étienne knew it, even before I did. How can I long to be both that and a mother? To take lives, and then to make them? It makes no sense."
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Date: 2014-12-12 07:18 pm (UTC)