"No!" War said defensively, because saying it loud and strong would mean it was true. She was War! She was going to cleanse the earth someday!
Maybe. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she was just going to be stuck here in a flesh-shape forever, stuck in a country she couldn't even influence into a war.
"I don't really get to make my own decisions," War said, gripping the bottle hard. "I just sort of wait."