[ It was the same way for all of the children there. Her friends. They wanted them to be soldiers. To use their powers to hurt others. To kill.
She has not done it since leaving. She hasn't had to. It would hurt Matt if she used them to kill, that she understands. She has watched what he does at night. Hurts those that deserve it, yes. He does not kill. It is wrong.
She cannot change what she has done in the past under their teaching, and then leaving that place by force. ]
Good. You shouldn't have to defend yourself, not like that.
[Honest and pointed distinction. Matt don't have to guess to know what happened to people who crossed Laura in a rage. She is equip with weapons in her body with speed, strength and healing. They wanted a killing machine. His fingers come back to her knuckles, and brush over the top of her hand gently rubbing there.]
They're yours and you get to choose what you want to do with them.
[ She still has bad dreams about it. When his hand finally moves way from where the claws are, sharp and dangerous, she lets them retract back into her skin. The incisions heal in seconds, leaving nothing to show there was ever anything there. ]
I do not want to use them here.
[ Not when she knows that she doesn't have to. Not when she knows that she is safe with him. ]
[He still touches her hand and can feel tendons and bones shift. It's minor but real. No doubt something that feels unpleasant. Once sheathed, both arms come around her. Matt usually tries to be more deliberate about permission. He wants to comfort her right now. And wants her to feel a sense of acceptance, of safety.
Their time together is going to be eye opening all the time.]
I will do my part to not give you any reason to use those here.
[ It does, but she barely notices it now. It is something she's used to feeling. Taught to ignore. The embrace, though, is something she has learned from Gabriela. From Matt. It is new and different and it makes the strange feeling of worry lessen.
It is a good feeling. She wraps her arms around his torso as much as she can, and presses her cheek against Matt's chest.]
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[ It was the same way for all of the children there. Her friends. They wanted them to be soldiers. To use their powers to hurt others. To kill.
She has not done it since leaving. She hasn't had to. It would hurt Matt if she used them to kill, that she understands. She has watched what he does at night. Hurts those that deserve it, yes. He does not kill. It is wrong.
She cannot change what she has done in the past under their teaching, and then leaving that place by force. ]
I do not want to need them.
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[Honest and pointed distinction. Matt don't have to guess to know what happened to people who crossed Laura in a rage. She is equip with weapons in her body with speed, strength and healing. They wanted a killing machine. His fingers come back to her knuckles, and brush over the top of her hand gently rubbing there.]
They're yours and you get to choose what you want to do with them.
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[ She still has bad dreams about it. When his hand finally moves way from where the claws are, sharp and dangerous, she lets them retract back into her skin. The incisions heal in seconds, leaving nothing to show there was ever anything there. ]
I do not want to use them here.
[ Not when she knows that she doesn't have to. Not when she knows that she is safe with him. ]
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Their time together is going to be eye opening all the time.]
I will do my part to not give you any reason to use those here.
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It is a good feeling. She wraps her arms around his torso as much as she can, and presses her cheek against Matt's chest.]
I know.