Everything comes back to survival in the end. What you can take. How hard you can fight back. Carver nods slowly, watching Rosita. Wondering what would've happened to them if they hadn't been made into the kind of people who can take a punch like it's nothing.
They probably would've died when the world ended, he thinks. But they didn't.
"First time someone hit me, I mean really hit me, was bootcamp." He shakes his head a little at the memory: it's not a good one. He knows, now, that the instructors weren't supposed to hit them. Not like that. But it was necessary, he thinks. "I learned how to take it. That felt - better. And then later, it was proof I could survive. That I wouldn't slow the others down."
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Date: 2023-09-27 10:56 am (UTC)From:They probably would've died when the world ended, he thinks. But they didn't.
"First time someone hit me, I mean really hit me, was bootcamp." He shakes his head a little at the memory: it's not a good one. He knows, now, that the instructors weren't supposed to hit them. Not like that. But it was necessary, he thinks. "I learned how to take it. That felt - better. And then later, it was proof I could survive. That I wouldn't slow the others down."