Cast Aside

With a resounding crack, the tusk tore loose from my jaw, knocking me prone with the pain.

"I told you, cadet." Dagon said, "When you washed out, I was taking this as a trophy."

You think so? Too much of a time skip? I've skipped weeks before...

Fine.

Fine, I'll go back to when we first made it back to the Kennel. I couldn't truly say which of us was carrying the others. During the long march back, each of us had taken our turns; I think Nikita did at least half of the carrying.

I think; I don't know for certain.

Actually, Leto did very little complaining on our way back. She tried to apologize for something, and I just turned my head to look at her.

"I have no anger toward you. You need not say you are sorry."

It was true; in the wake of my emotional outlet, I felt nothing. No rage, no irritation, no sense of injustice. Nothing.

Catharsis.