 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Modesty. Sabel let out a huff of air and glanced sheepishly at the other YATI. More like humility served with a wrench and two-by-four.
As much as his guilt was doing a plummet deep into his gut, an unease decided to drop from his head all the way into his toes at Legend's words of acknowledgement. He was about to open his mouth and protest that he wouldn't stand for being repressed in such a way, when the other boy gave his head a light knock. That had his mouth shutting and his eyes back on the other boy. He barely even noticed Simon's departure.
With another huff of air, Sabel's mood dropped to a form of resignation. "We're just as willing, if not more so, to lay our lives down for the Ministry, for them as they are. We deserve the right to be heard." Maybe there was another way to approach it, maybe Legend, in all his mischief, was right. He just couldn't stand the thought of letting something think they had him submissive and subservient to any command they gave.
Then again, he had chosen to dedicate himself to the Ministry and to Law Enforcement. And so had they. A group of thick heads knocking together. Nothing was ever particularly easy.
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Sabel shook his head with a weak smile. "You, Legend Chosen, are gifted with the tact of being deviously annoying." The smile widened a little as he tucked his hand back into his pocket. "That, is neither a skill nor a gift that I possess."
He was more a tool blatant defiance. And as Legend was so kind in pointing out, it wasn't a good tool to be.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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