Shaking her head, Amy is all but running through the hallways on her latest bit of work for Julien. Something about delivering yet another stack of files directly to the people to whom they were addressed, no questions asked. Then it would be nearly time for lunch, which entails scarfing down a sandwich, side-eyeing beer, and going for the water instead. Being sober sucks. Staying sober is Hell.
A hold-over from so many years as a guard has her stopping, though. Who the hell is this new woman in her- sorry, Spade Castle?
"'Scuse me, Miss, but who the he-- who are you, and what's your business here?" Retraining her brain and mouth is also Hell. Amy is so sick of politics and niceties. Why can't she just speak her mind freely?
Oh. Right. Because she'd actually like to get back to Six someday, and she'd really like to be a Ten eventually. That requires presenting oneself as what one would like to be, but remembering to act as what one actually is. Lessons in progress, of course, but she's getting there. A little at a time, she's getting there. David might even be proud, if he bothered to pay attention.
Sorry for the delay of doom, bb. Had to discover Things.
A hold-over from so many years as a guard has her stopping, though. Who the hell is this new woman in her- sorry, Spade Castle?
"'Scuse me, Miss, but who the he-- who are you, and what's your business here?" Retraining her brain and mouth is also Hell. Amy is so sick of politics and niceties. Why can't she just speak her mind freely?
Oh. Right. Because she'd actually like to get back to Six someday, and she'd really like to be a Ten eventually. That requires presenting oneself as what one would like to be, but remembering to act as what one actually is. Lessons in progress, of course, but she's getting there. A little at a time, she's getting there. David might even be proud, if he bothered to pay attention.