“<span style="color: #660066">Fine. My parents hated me because I wasn’t a son so I became a soldier hoping to earn their respect and affection. It didn’t matter to them so I worked harder and became a decorated commander. That still wasn’t enough. So I went to war to die, obviously I didn’t and when I returned and earned more prestige they told me I should have died. I met someone after that but... there’s a blank spot in my memory and everything after that is gone. The next memory I have is of Kelsy looking at me. And now all I want is to touch and hold her. She’s the first person in my life to ever treat me like I was someone and not just a dumb soldier.” </span>She shrugged and looked down at him.<span style="color: #660066"> “I told her a little bit before we left. I don’t know that I should waste any more of her time. When I get my thoughts in order I’ll try talking to her again. I don’t understand, your people fought a war and lost from what I understand but you still don’t have weapons or seem to take self defense that seriously.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>