Abigail nodded. "I want to learn, so I can stop it, if it happens again." She didn't want to ever feel that powerless and didn't want more girls to be hurt because of her again. Her rifle was amazing, but it wasn't like she could spend the rest of her life, or afterlife, constantly carrying it with her.
Abigail looked over at her with a touch of curiosity. Maze seemed so confident and strong. "Someone hurt you too?" She asked.