"Of course not," Zofia says, almost absently. She hears Archer well enough over the wind, though hearing and listening aren't quite the same thing. "I shouldn't object to my own plans, should I? I wanted us to wait, and we waited, and here we are."
And what's waiting a few more hours? Hours are nothing when measured against the months leading up to this war, and the years leading up to that. Still --
She looks at the ruined field again, and can almost taste the ash in her mouth.
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Date: 2013-05-07 07:31 pm (UTC)And what's waiting a few more hours? Hours are nothing when measured against the months leading up to this war, and the years leading up to that. Still --
She looks at the ruined field again, and can almost taste the ash in her mouth.