“Some men went mad, some lost their lives. Other’s like me, lost a piece of their soul fighting in the trenches at night, not ever knowing who was your enemy or who was your friend. They call it friendly fire for a reason.” Atlas wouldn’t go back and do it again, even if some days he longed for a battle field to have some sense of purpose that wasn’t chasing around a woman with privileged. With wealth that gave her power to do so much good and she didn’t even see it.
“One day I will have to pass the torch on and allow someone else to guard you. I do not wish to guard you for the rest of my life till my dying breath.” Despite his actions, he worked because he had too. But one day he’d like to retire and relax, have a life he’d never known. “I am not taking you to place full of drunken men.” He shook his head, he was sure a riot would ensue as well. Everyone would be clamoring over themselves to sit next to her. “When have you not put up a fight Francis? If it was proper I’d throw you over my shoulder and drag you back that way, save myself the breath and hassle of convincing you to go back.” He told her as he then shook his head. “The job never stops.” He reminded her. When his curls were pushed out of his face he looked down at her. Atlas shook his head. “You can’t flee, especially not with me. I want to retire on the hillside one day. Live an easy life. The last thing I want to do is start over princess. Besides do you not think your father wouldn’t hunt you down? You are meant to lead.” He told her knowingly, there was no america for them or even leaving this country.