Re: Savannah/G
She didn't even know what he meant by that, but she didn't have the energy to ask. He was draining. He made her feel angry and upset, and asking questions only prolonged those feelings.
"Hard to get hurt inside that base," she said. "I don't need a gun." She slowed down, but didn't stop to avoid blocking the way. "Do you know how many times you say 'my team', 'us' or 'we'? Not just you, but all of you. A lot of times. You are a group. Whoever else you let in will always be an add-on, there, but not quite. It happens on the squad, and this isn't much different."
She shook her head, and she was not going to cry again. Why did he do this to her? Acting like she had a choice in the matter only to prove that she didn't? "Does it matter what I like? I've been told clearly that it doesn't, that I have no options, that I do things your way or I'll be back in a cell or drugged or in Guantanamo. That doesn't really make me want to be friends and helpful or sharing." She wiped her eyes, but she wasn't crying; it was only the cold wind. "Can I go wait in the car? I don't want to skate anymore."