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“O captain, my captain.” She mused with a borderline snort, though the smile on her face was kind, almost indulgent. “Marcelo is one of those people who I never really get. I try, considering that being in their good favor is much more appealing than likewise. More so though…I feel like they get what drives me.The dark and twisty stuff you’re supposed to shy from or hide.. Is that making ANY sense? I know their life is a complete opposite of mine and yet once I was brought into the Montagues…it’s a weird feeling, to be allowed to not only release the that dark and need that lies in you but EMBRACE it. To know what it feels like to be a part of something more than me. A war is just that and they’ve never been one to lighten their words, hide truths of what this could cost. & I appreciate it. Sure they have my loyalty, there’s little question of it anymore. But… they have my respect too. And I didn’t expect that. Though in all honesty I didn’t expect to make it this far BREATHING, period. And thats in part, thanks to them for teaching me how to watch my back and that even if I can’t, someone might just be watching it for me.”
