[ Fear. Angela has seen fear in the faces of young angels on the hunt for the first time. Angela has seen fear in the faces of the Badoon slaves they led to freedom. Angela has seen fear in the mirror when she thought she would never see her Sera again. But always, that fear goes away in the face of impending choice. You cannot stand in fear when the time comes to choose: do you act, or do you run? Sometimes you choose to run, and there is no shame in that. But sometimes, the choice is made for you and you have no other option but to fight against that fear.
As is the case now. The transports have already left them here. If Angela needs to make her way through the tunnels fighting off monsters while simultaneously protecting this girl, she will. But she hopes she will not have to.
She lowers her fists, and steps closer to place hands on each of the girl's upper arms. She feels muscles there. The girl is not without power. She simply lacks the confidence to use it. ]
Tell me, [ she says in a soft voice, ] are you a warrior?
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As is the case now. The transports have already left them here. If Angela needs to make her way through the tunnels fighting off monsters while simultaneously protecting this girl, she will. But she hopes she will not have to.
She lowers her fists, and steps closer to place hands on each of the girl's upper arms. She feels muscles there. The girl is not without power. She simply lacks the confidence to use it. ]
Tell me, [ she says in a soft voice, ] are you a warrior?