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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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March 30, Wednesday

“Damn it! Why the hell can’t I beat you yet?” Kim shouted as she slammed her fist into the mat beneath her in frustration. This was the tenth time in a row now that she’d ended up sprawled on the floor after only a relatively brief exchange with Corscan, and she was not happy about it. After more than seven weeks of near continuous training sessions with the big woman, Kim was no closer to being able to give Corscan a serious run for her money than she had been in the beginning, and that apparent lack of progress was wearing on her.

“Ahhh, because I’m over twice your size, have more reach than you do, annnn’ more importantly, you’re only beginnin’ to learn what you’re doin’, while I’m fairly secure in statin’ that while I might not be a Master, I am in the upper middle skill range at least?” Corscan answered in a calm, slightly amused tone.

Kim looked up at Corscan and grumbled; “All right, all right, so maybe beating you is a little overoptimistic, but I’d just like to see some kind of progress damnit! I know you’re holding back ferociously and I still can’t touch you!”

“Kim, you’ve made a remarkable amount of progress in the short time you’ve been trainin’ with me so far. You’ve already managed to drop most of the flawed techniques you’ve learned over the years an’ you’re even startin’ to integrate what’s left with the rudimentary principles of [The Way] I’ve shown you. It usually takes months of constant daily trainin’ for most people to even begin to accomplish what you have so far. At this rate I’ll probably be able to start teachin’ you the basic techniques of [The Way] in just a year or two.”

“A year or two? See? That’s it right there; I’ve never had to take that long to learn anything before—especially fighting techniques. Hell, I got my black belt in Leopard style over my summer vacation three years ago!” Kim ranted.

“Kim, you need to keep things in perspective. Anyone tryin’ to learn [The Way] with only the three hours of trainin’ we do every weekday would count themselves lucky to have reached the point you have after years of work. Even someone learnin’ [The Way] with the proper nonstop, twelve-hour-a-day trainin’ they should be gettin’ would take anywhere from three to five years before they were ready to begin learnin’ basic techniques. If you were bein’ trained properly I think you might be able to get to that point in as little as nine months if you were lucky, maybe a year at the most.”

Kim sighed and looked at the floor morosely. “I’m sorry Corscan, I know that… well, I didn’t know that, but by now I do know that [The Way] isn’t like any normal martial art, it’s just…” Kim trailed off for a moment, and then looked up at Corscan again, her eyes filled with frustration and a good deal of confusion as she continued.

“There’s something… missing. I don’t know how to describe it, but… I might not know enough about [The Way] yet to put my finger on it, but I do know enough about fighting in general that when we fight, I can feel it. It’s not just that you know more than I do, or that you’re so much bigger and stronger than me, it’s… I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s there. Something tells me that even if we were equally matched, you’d still probably be able to beat me, and it’s driving me crazy because I can’t pin down what it is.”

As Kim gazed up at Corscan while struggling to articulate what she was feeling, she saw a strange look in the woman’s green-grey hazel eyes. If she hadn’t been so hypersensitive from her emotional turmoil and desperate need to figure out the puzzle that had been plaguing her for weeks now, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the strange blend of concern, indecision, and… understanding, that passed through those gold-flecked orbs, or the slight intake of breath and parting of lips that occurred before Corscan hesitated and looked away from Kim instead.

“What? What is it Corscan?” Kim’s eyes widened as she questioned her teacher.

Corscan looked back to Kim and paused for a moment before responding; “Nothin’. It’s nothin’ Kim.”

“No, you know something, don’t you?” Kim shot to her feet and took a step towards Corscan. “You know what it is I’m talking about, don’t you Corscan.”

It wasn’t a question; Kim was sure of it now. The only other time she’d ever seen Corscan act like this was when she’d told Kim about her being polyamorous the morning after they’d spent their first night together in Hawaii. Corscan knew something; something she felt might cause Kim trouble if she told her.

“I…” Corscan hesitated, then sighed and answered softly; “yeah, I do Kim.”

“Well then? Tell me!” Kim demanded.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea Kim. I think you should wait a while before we talk about this.”

“What? Why should I have to wait? This has been driving me crazy for weeks now, ever since I first noticed it, and you’re telling me that I should just put up with it even though I know you know what it is now?” Kim questioned Corscan insistently.

“I really don’t think you’re ready to hear this yet darlin’. Maybe… maybe when you’re a little older, but right now… can you just trust me on this Kim? I think it’d be for the best if you just let it go.” Corscan answered.

Kim’s eyes narrowed, her frustration twisting to ire and coloring her thoughts.

“Wait ‘til I’m older? What, I’m old enough to fuck but I’m not ready for this?” Kim said cruelly, hot anger flaring in her voice.

Corscan sighed again and answered; “Please Kim, you really don’t want to hear this, trust me. It’s better all around if you just let it go, ok?”

“How ‘bout you let me decide that for myself instead?” Kim snapped back harshly.

Corscan shook her head sadly and sighed softly before answering; “All right Kim, if you really have to know, I’ll tell you. But I want you to calm down first an’ think about it before you ask me again. I’m tellin’ you, this ain’t somethin’ you really need to hear right now, an’ once you ring this bell, you can’t un-ring it. I wish that you’d just trust my judgment Kim; I really am tryin’ to look out for you here, but if you can’t do that, then I’ll tell you.”

It was more the soft, sad tone Corscan used that diffused Kim’s anger than her words. If she had responded with any kind of anger of her own, or even normally, Kim might have been able to maintain her irritation, but in the face of that wistful air she felt it slipping away until all she had left was a quiet introspection brought on by Corscan’s gentle regret. Despite that, Kim just wasn’t capable of letting something like this drop. Even though she was starting to feel a little uneasy over Corscan’s unwavering front, she needed to hear this, no matter what it might be.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you Corscan, but please, can’t you see how much this is bothering me? Just tell me what you know, all right?”

“All right Kim, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you, but first I want you to know that however it might seem to you right now, I was only tryin’ to look out for you by not bringin’ this up until I thought you were ready to hear it. Can you at least understand that?”

“Yeah… I can Corscan, but I really need to know.” Kim answered softly.

Corscan nodded and then closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep, cleansing breath while she did so. When she opened them again, her grey-green hazel eyes showed fixed resolve, though that resolve carried a slight hint of sad regret within it as well.

“Come on Kim, this’ll be easier if I show you somethin’ first instead of just tryin’ to explain it to you.” Corscan said before heading towards her office. “An’ it might be better if you’re sittin’ down for this too.” She added as she went.

Quickly falling into step behind Corscan, Kim felt her sense of unease growing. She didn’t know what Corscan was going to tell her, or how showing her something would make it any easier for her, but with the way Corscan was acting so gravely, Kim was starting to think that this was bigger than just some sort of flaw in her fighting style or weakness with her physical prowess that she hadn’t known about. She had no idea why, but suddenly and with a deep sense of anxiety, Kim got the feeling that her life was about to change again, and this time not for the better.

Damnit! Stop being so silly! Kim shook her head. This is so not the drama; it can’t possibly be that bad, you’re just letting yourself get spooked by how worried she seems to be, that’s all. This’ll be nothing, you’ll see…

As Corscan circled around her big desk, she idly gestured at the heavy, comfortable armchairs arranged in front of it, and Kim took a seat while the big woman pushed her own chair back from the desk and remained standing. Leaning over, Corscan spent several minutes using the keyboard and trackball of her computer array while intently watching the thirty-inch widescreen, flat panel monitor dominating the far left-hand corner of the tabletop. Corscan nodded to herself when she finished, hitting the Enter key one last time before picking up the wireless trackball and heading back around the desk. As she did, automatic servos built into the monitor’s base turned the huge widescreen panel out to face Kim, revealing the virtual control panel of a media player with two clips queued up and ready to play.

Sitting down in the chair next to Kim, Corscan set the trackball on her right thigh and said; “All right Kim, this first piece you should recognize, but I want you to pay close attention to it anyway, an’ try an’ remember the specifics of the event while you do, ok?”

“All right Corscan.” Kim answered, and the big woman nodded and used her trackball to start the first movie.

Watching the screen, Kim saw the image resolve into a big room with a series of corridors running off it, as well as multiple levels of catwalks running through large sections of pipes and industrial machinery. As the soundless, slightly grainy image flipped through different views of various sections of the room, Kim saw several dozen men in dark red bodysuits and cowls patrolling the entire area, armed with SHOC staves and wearing dark visors over their eyes to protect them from the harsh blue light surrounding the flaring ends of their weapons. Kim thought she recognized the area, and once the image changed to show a view of her and Ron sneaking down one of the upper level catwalks, she was sure of it.

“This is security footage of the time Drakken took over the Fort West power plant, isn’t it?” Kim asked, remembering the incident from last summer and how because Shego had been in jail at the time and he wasn’t paying her, Drakken had been able to hire an entire troop of henchmen for the operation. At Corscan’s nod she added curiously; “Ummm, and you have this why?”

Corscan couldn’t help grinning slightly. “I’ve been watchin’ you for a long time darlin’; how else would I have known how good a fighter you are or that I would probably beat you? Knowledge is power darlin’, an’ a good leader always keeps themselves as well informed as they possibly can, right? Now, pay attention Kim.”

Kim nodded and returned her attention to the security footage of the incident, watching as it slowly played out over the next eighteen minutes. Someone had edited it together using all the various angles of view available from the multiple cameras, making sure the best on-screen image of her was displayed at all times, but even so there were occasional erratic gaps as Kim moved from area to area through the cavernous room. While Kim watched the extended running fight play out between her and Drakken’s henchmen, she winced from time to time as she saw how sloppy she was back then compared to what she knew now. Even so, Drakken’s henchmen were only competent fighters at best, and she still made easy if somewhat long work of them all.

When the first clip was almost done, Corscan paused the playback, the still image showing Kim headed in the direction of the door to the central core, however, before Corscan could speak, Kim asked; “Why did you want me to watch that Corscan?”

Corscan considered for a few moments, and then answered; “It’s a… comparison of sorts. This was one of the longest fights you’ve ever had, wasn’t it? An’ because ‘a that, it was also one of the few times you’ve come close to losin’ too, wasn’t it?”

Kim slowly nodded, remembering how close it had been. She had burst into the inner chamber of the power plant literally just in time to take a desperate only chance shot with her grappling gun, shattering the focal point of Drakken’s Electroforcewave Projector with the grapnel a fraction of a second before it fired and wiped out every piece of electronic equipment on earth, save for the large stockpiles of technology Drakken had accumulated in several shielded lairs hidden all across the world. If she had arrived one second later, Drakken would have become the new technocratic lord and master of a world plunged into a dark age of chaos from which it might have never recovered.

“Now I’m goin’ to show you somethin’ Damien an’ I did a few years ago, in Eastern Europe. A group of dissidents led by a rogue ex-General had seized a testin’ facility that housed several of our experimental prototype jet aircraft. The General had managed to acquire several canisters of weaponized nerve gas that were ‘misplaced’ durin’ the collapse of the Soviet Union, an’ he was tryin’ to retrofit them to be deployed by the stealth fighter that was there.”

“We had several video feeds from the facility an’ we were trackin’ his progress, tryin’ to hold off as long as possible in the hopes that we could bring in strike teams from other facilities before we had to assault the place, but… it didn’t work out that way. His mechanics lucked out an’ came up with an ingenious way to get the deployment system to work with almost no prep time, an’ suddenly we went from havin’ hours to get teams there to havin’ less than thirty minutes before they got that jet in the air an’ on it’s way. So, Damien an’ I had no choice but to go it alone, with nothin’ more than our basic gear.”

Corscan paused, taking a deep breath and releasing it before continuing; “Now Kim, I know you weren’t too comfortable while you were watchin’ the operation I had to run here last month, an’ this, this is gonna be worse, but if you really want to understand what I’m going to tell you, you need to see it, ok?”

Kim swallowed uncomfortably, having a fairly good idea what Corscan was about to show her, though she didn’t know why. Kim hesitated, thinking about what Corscan said earlier, anxiety trying to eat away at her resolve, but she just couldn’t let it drop. Drawing on her iron will, Kim forced herself to nod to Corscan before turning and focusing on the big monitor once more.

Corscan shook her head almost imperceptibly and then drew another deep breath before selecting the second clip and setting it to play.

The onscreen image quickly resolved to a long view of a large central hanger with several outbuildings around it, all surrounded by a heavy brick security wall topped with outward-angled coils of vicious looking long-blade razorwire. The picture was slightly grainy, and had very little color, appearing in washed-out sepia tones, but it was remarkably clear otherwise, and Kim could easily see clots of insurgents manning the improvised barriers and emplacements they had put up inside the security wall using barrels, crates, and random piles of construction materials. They wore black berets and full military camo in ugly shades of blue and grey, and were armed with AK-47s and Makarov PMMs. Kim could also see a few out-of-the-way piles that she thought looked suspiciously like they were comprised of bodies wearing CI security uniforms, and she felt a little twist in her stomach at the sight.

A few seconds later, the view switched to the road leading to the facility, where a single Rhino with a heavy metal slat-grate tac-welded over the windshield was barreling down the asphalt with suicidal abandon, a hail of heavy machinegun fire chewing up the road around it or splattering against its reinforced armor in sprays of fat yellow sparks. Every now and then a section of the road would erupt in a geyser of dirt and rubble as the insurgents at the gates fired rocket-propelled grenades at the swerving, barely under control vehicle.

A remarkably short time later the heavy black vehicle reached the main gates and slammed into them without stopping or even slowing, tearing through the chain link fences and the stacked barricades in an explosion of shattered materials, barrels, and the bodies of several insurgents who hadn’t managed to get out of the way in time.

One of the insurgents had just finished reloading his grenade launcher when the Rhino hit the barricade, and as he fell back from the explosion of debris, it accidentally fired, the rocket-propelled round corkscrewing thirty feet into another barricade and blowing it and the five insurgents crouched behind it into bloody chunks. Meanwhile, the now badly mangled Rhino plowed through another two smaller barricades inside the perimeter in a skidding, slewing turn before it finally came to a stop.

While everyone was recovering from the shock of the assault, several small explosive charges blew both of the bent, twisted front doors off the frame of the smoking Rhino, and a second later two figures exited the vehicle in diving rolls, one to either side of it.

As they came to their feet, Kim could see that it was Corscan on the left and Damien on the right. Both were wearing heavy black bodysuits with grey highlights, covering them from neck to toe, along with formfitting, segmented vests and thigh-protectors. Damien wore a cowl and a sleek helmet in addition to his body armor, and was armed with two heavy automatics while his harness bristled with grenades and extra clips for his guns. Corscan on the other hand went with her head uncovered, and bore no apparent weapons, though her shins and feet were covered in silver-studded, segmented hard-shell armor, and she wore fingerless silver-studded half-gauntlets and very heavy segmented bracers strapped to her forearms.

As soon as they were out of the vehicle, Corscan and Damien split up in either direction, and Kim lost sight of Damien as the view switched to track Corscan as she ran towards a group of still-staggering insurgents near her. Without even slowing down, Corscan kicked one of the men in the back, obviously shattering his spine and propelling him into another man. While they went down in a heap, she batted the third man’s AK-47 out to the side before he could finish pointing it at her and stepped in, slamming her forearm into the side of his head and caving in his skull. As he fell, she lashed out and grabbed his AK-47, tearing it free of his death grip and turning, emptying the weapon into the other two men before the one underneath could roll his crippled companion off of him.

Tossing aside the empty AK-47, Corscan looked up just in time to see a half-dozen insurgents behind a nearby barricade targeting her. As they opened fire, Corscan clenched her fists, raised her arms, and brought her forearms together facing outwards, curling them in front of her face so that the upright bracers protected her head while she ran towards the hail of gunfire. Bullets dug deep furrows into the rubbery surface of her bodysuit and ricocheted or pancaked against the surface of her heavier armor, but they didn’t seem to slow her down much, and a few seconds later she was leaping over the barricade to land in the middle of the now panicking insurgents.

As she was coming down, Corscan lashed out with a powerful leg and caught one man in the shoulder, crushing it and sending him spinning back from her. While the man staggered away, screaming and dropping his weapon to grab his mangled shoulder, Corscan landed and kept going down, crouching low and lashing out with her right foot to kick one man off his feet while she grabbed the barrel of an AK-47 with her left hand and pushed it away from her, rising back to her feet as she did so and slamming her right fist into the man’s nose, shattering it like glass.

Once back on her feet, Corscan bent forwards at the waist and kicked straight out behind her, catching another man in the stomach and folding him over while she extended her right arm and pulled yet another insurgent’s heavy survival knife free from its sheath. Rising once more, she used her grip on the AK-47 to jerk the man with the broken nose into the man beside him just as he fired at her, throwing off his aim so that he missed.

Letting go of the gun, Corscan took a step forward and stomped down hard on the chest of the man she had kicked off his feet, shattering his sternum and collapsing his ribcage, while at the same time she lashed out with her appropriated knife and opened its previous owner’s throat with his own blade. Continuing the arcing backhanded motion, Corscan spun into a low crouch and threw the knife up into the chest of the man who had been trying to shoot her just as he tried again.

Between the knife in his heart and the fact that Corscan was now crouched low to the ground, the spray of bullets from the insurgent’s assault rifle slammed into one of his companions instead of his intended target, stitching a diagonal line of bloody holes up the man’s chest.

As both insurgents collapsed, Corscan stepped almost between the remaining two, leaping high into the air and leaning nearly sideways so she could lash out with her right leg to drive her heel into the side of broken-nose’s head, dropping him like he’d been pole-axed while she slammed a vicious downward angled backfist in between the other insurgent’s head and shoulder, shattering his collarbone completely and sending him staggering away from her.

As she fell back to earth, Corscan tucked her limbs in close to herself and righted her coiled body; landing in a crouch and springing towards the man whose collarbone she’d just shattered, pulling him in close to her and using him as a human shield just as the very first man she’d attacked fired at her with his pistol.

Four bullets slammed into the insurgent’s back as Corscan lifted him up and charged the last man firing at her, tossing aside the dying man at the last moment and lashing out with her left hand, grabbing the last insurgent’s wrist and holding his gun away from her while she stepped in and slammed her right elbow into his face twice.

Corscan let go of the man’s wrist as he collapsed, launching herself into a long diving roll as a hail of high velocity death filled the space she’d just vacated. Coming to her feet, Corscan sprinted for the cover of a nearby building while bullet-trails chewed up the terrain all around her as she went.

From that point on the operation followed the pattern established in those opening sequences, with Corscan running from group to group of insurgents and leaving behind nothing but the broken bodies of crippled, dying, or dead men. It grew even more brutal when Corscan and Damien finally joined together once more, entering the heavily fortified corridors surrounding the main hanger, the deadly close-quarters fighting giving the two of them the advantage as Damien hung back and used his guns while Corscan got in close, either keeping the clots of insurgents busy while Damien picked them off, or taking them out herself while he watched her back instead. All said and done, it took the two of them twelve minutes and seventeen seconds from the initial breach to fight their way into the main hanger and eliminate the men working on the stealth jet.

After it was all over and the last image faded to black, Kim slid back into her chair from where she had been sitting on the edge of her seat and closed her eyes, leaning back and concentrating on her breathing. None of the sepia footage had been close enough to be particularly detailed, but even so it had been graphic enough—and real enough—that she was feeling decidedly ill right now, with her stomach all tied up in knots. After a minute or two of nothing more than the sound of Corscan clicking away on her trackball, the woman spoke to Kim softly.

“Are you ok Kim?”

“Not really, no.” Kim said, not opening her eyes. After a few more moments Kim raised her head and opened her eyes, looking over to Corscan with distress and confusion in their shimmering fern-green depths, almost pleading as she asked; “Why… why did I have to watch that Corscan?”

“Because you had to see it to truly understand what I’m gonna tell you darlin’. Words wouldn’t be enough for you to really feel it, to know it in your heart. I know it seems heartless, but it had to be done. This… is one of the reasons why I didn’t want to do this yet.”

“I should have listened to you…” Kim said softly, looking away again.

“I know Kim.” Corscan said gently.

“It’s… it’s not over yet, is it? There’s something more… something worse, isn’t there?” Kim asked.

“No, we’re not done yet darlin’… but, it’s not necessarily worse, it’s just… an unpleasant confrontation you’re about to have, an’ you’re not gonna to like it. I’m sorry Kim.”

Kim closed her eyes and took a deep breath, not quite sighing as she released it in a controlled outflow. Opening her eyes, Kim’s tone was controlled and resigned she said; “Ok, I’m ready.”

“All right darlin’, I want you to look at this.” Corscan said, and Kim looked at the screen once more.

Laid out in a grid of hundreds of tiny windows were still images from the security footage of Kim’s running battle through the Fort West power plant. Corscan highlighted the first image and clicked on it, and it quickly expanded to fill the entire screen. The image had been altered to include boxes of dull yellow-green text attached to highlight circles or arrow pointers indicating various areas of the image. Kim read the text and saw that it highlighted an opening on her opponent, as well as the possible strikes she could have made against him given her positioning and using that opening.

Corscan must have set the display to automatic, because a few moments later the window reduced and then next one on the grid expanded without her doing anything. As the images continued to display, Kim began to recognize a pattern in the detailed analyses of each moment chosen from the fight. In every case, the options listed to exploit the openings that were available to her were ones that would have caused serious damage to her opponents—either maiming, crippling, or outright killing them.

After a while, when she was sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing, Kim swallowed nervously and turned away from the monitor before asking Corscan; “What… what are you trying to show me here Corscan?”

“I think you know Kim.” Corscan said softly.

“What? That I should be killing the people I fight?” Kim asked, her voice rising sharply.

Corscan shook her head gently and smiled a soft, sad little smile while looking down at her lap. “No Kim, I’m not sayin’ that’s what you should be doin’, but you wanted to know what it was you sensed that gave me the advantage over you, an’ this is it.”

“The simple fact of the matter is that if you choose not to kill or seriously harm the people you’re fightin’, you’re limitin’ your options. The analysis of this fight proves it. If you had taken even the openings that would have only caused serious harm you would have entered the central core two minutes faster than you did. If you had taken every available opening to attack, including the ones that would have crippled or killed, you would have gotten there in half the time.”

“A long time ago I made a choice Kim; I decided that if it was necessary, I was willin’ to kill to achieve my objectives. An’ I’ve upheld that choice through the years. I’m ready, willin’, an’ able to kill if I have to. I don’t like it… usually—I’m not gonna to lie to you Kim; there’ve been times in the past when I’ve killed not just because I had to, but because I wanted to as well, an’ those times I took a dark joy in what I was doin’. But I don’t kill out of hand, an’ most ‘a the time, I take no joy in it; it’s just somethin’ that has to be done.”

Kim was shaking her head in disbelief, unwilling to accept what Corscan was telling her.

“I’m not going to start killing people Corscan! I won’t do that! I can’t do that!” Kim shouted, springing to her feet.

“Then you have to accept that you’re limitin’ yourself Kim. If you refuse to kill or seriously hurt the people you fight no matter what, then you lose options you’d otherwise have, an’ I guarantee that if you keep doin’ what you’re doin’, there’ll come a time when you’re faced with the choice of havin’ to kill, or allowin’ somethin’ equally bad to happen.”

“What… what do you mean?” Kim asked, a sudden chill shooting through her.

Corscan gestured at the monitor; “You almost found out there Kim. It could happen again. Your decision never to kill? Or killin’ the guy in your way so you can stop some madman from pressin’ a button that’ll level New York City? The lives of millions? Or upholding your own moral code? Or worse…” Corscan’s voice softened. “What if it’s a much more personal choice Kim? What if someone kidnaps your family an’ the only way to stop them from bein’ hurt is to kill? What if someone’s about to hurt your friend Ron, or even kill him, an’ the only way you can stop it from happenin’ is by killin’?”

“But…” Kim sat down heavily, feeling sick to her stomach now. “There’s always another way…”

“No, there isn’t Kim.” Corscan said softly, sadly. “That’s just a pretty little fairytale people tell to make themselves feel better about the way the world works, or to justify the choices they’ve made. The truth is that there isn’t always another way. Sometimes… sometimes there isn’t even any way to do somethin’. I’m not sayin’ that you have to kill, Kim, I’m sayin’ that you have to be aware that if you make the choice not to kill, no matter what, then you’re givin’ up options you might need one day, an’ you have to be able to accept that because of that, you might end up payin’ a heavy price for that choice.”

“I’m sorry Kim, but no matter how good you get, there will always be situations where you’ll lose if you don’t do everythin’ you can to win, or even worse, that you just can’t win no matter what you do. Me? I’ve made my choice. If someone is threatenin’ the people I care about or tryin’ to make the world a worse place, I’m not gonna hold back if killin’ them improves my chances of stoppin’ them from doin’ it. Mercy isn’t some kinda God-given right Kim; it’s a gift that you should only give to those that deserve it, an’ me? I just don’t think that people like that are deservin’ of it. You? That’s a choice you’re gonna have to make for yourself Kim, an’ you need to start figurin’ it out now, before you’re forced to make it in the heat of the moment, because if you aren’t prepared for it as much as you can be beforehand, it’ll be that much harder for you when it does happen.”

Kim just sat in her chair and nodded robotically, trying her best not to throw up. Her thoughts whirled through her head like a maelstrom. I should have listened to Corscan. Oh god why didn’t I listen to her? A single tear slowly tracked it’s way down her face as she drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, gently rocking back and forth and desperately wishing she had let this go instead of pushing for an answer like she always did. But it was too late; the bell had been rung…
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