D’Jarra stares at her, while M’Baku leans back in his chair and looks between her and Bucky with interest. “You? I have not challenged you. White Wolf, are you truly going to sit there and allow her to do this?”
“Sharon makes her own choices.” Each word is cold as ice and level as the edge of a blade. Bucky stares D’Jarra straight in the eye. “And she has the skill, if she wants to use it.”
She’s defending him, he knows, and even while it twists everything inside him he knows he can’t stop it, and more, that he shouldn’t try. “She’s right. I don’t fight without reason. Call it the price honor requires.”
That starts another round of muttering, but one that’s much more speculative and curious than before.
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“Sharon makes her own choices.” Each word is cold as ice and level as the edge of a blade. Bucky stares D’Jarra straight in the eye. “And she has the skill, if she wants to use it.”
She’s defending him, he knows, and even while it twists everything inside him he knows he can’t stop it, and more, that he shouldn’t try. “She’s right. I don’t fight without reason. Call it the price honor requires.”
That starts another round of muttering, but one that’s much more speculative and curious than before.