You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞//❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞//❝ Who’s the boy?"//If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ [cal]
❝You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞
"Do you mean when I didn’t have to deal with you asking me personal questions? Or uncomfortable ones like these." A sad smile crossed her lips as she bumped her head against Cal’s shoulder, inhaling a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "I miss knowing we were the heroes, that we won. I miss knowing that mom’s safe. I miss my family. But — I have to believe there will be more good days."
❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞
"Not everyone’s you! Doing what’s right comes easy to you! When you’ve got amazing powers, and are recognized for them. I can’t do anything to help us, not like you can. For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to find my mother. I just wanted to know who she was, and now she’s fucking locked up somewhere, maybe dead. So, stop with the holier than thou act, yeah?" It was an uncharacteristic outburst of Callista’s, one she hated to have, but no one around her seemed to understand. She may have had Aiden, and all the rest of what she liked to call her ‘band of grumpy men’, but she had no one else. The closest she had ever gotten to family were these people at camp. Calcifer was the closest to a brother she’d ever had."I want to help — I do, and I’m going to, but it’s hard just being the moral support all the time. But if it’s the least I can do — I’ll do it. You’ll go down in the history books, while I’ll be forgotten, but don’t you dare act like I don’t want to do what’s right either. Just because I’m scared. Just because I’m also h u m a n."
❝ Who’s the boy?❞
"Who’s the girl?" Callista countered, raising her eyebrows in his direction. If he was going to avoid the subject when they talked about Sarah, she definitely wasn’t going to confess a single feeling that was not platonic for a boy. Not even if probably everyone knew who this boy was. She smirked, happy to have hopefully caught him off guard, maybe just a little. "When you fess up, I’ll do the same."
❝If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞
Why was he asking a question like that? Such a fragile one, such a pertinent one. One that was easily applicable in these volatile times — but the answer was obvious, at least to her. “Yes. Of course. I trust you. -------------- Should I have a reason not to?”
