<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice kept silence while she worked and Peter talked. She took a deep breath in hearing Bull's story, an uncomfortable knot in her throat. Staying silent until she finished, Alice sighed and tied the bandage firmly. Only then, and still sitting on Peter's knees, did she speak.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I hope so too. I'll do my best to make sure we don't."</span><br/><br/>She wondered if that was the reason why Bull had given her that look. And just as she did, Alice decided not to ask questions. <span style="color: #4040FF">"He deserves to go home and see his little girl. And if it comes down to either one of us... you pick him. Really."</span><br/><br/>Alice spoke quietly, but firmly. She wasn't trying to be a hero, or anything. This really had nothing to do with her pride. It had to do with a guy who deserved to go home, and a daughter who deserved to have her father come home to her. Feeling heavy-hearted, Alice placed both hands on the sides of Peter's face and kissed him again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I wish we had ten minutes"</span>, she murmured softly. <span style="color: #4040FF">"We should go."</span></div>