Feb 09, 2007 16:47
"Rochester, I really don't think that all soldiers are that bad. After all, everyone's different and there's good wherever there's evil."
"That's right, Rusty," Rochester said coldly. "No one is perfect - no one is entirely good or entirely evil. Don't preach at me like I'm an infant! Do you think I have some sort of vendetta against every man or woman misguided enough to join this corrupted military? No! I oppose the institution. And I am sorry that some people may get hurt by my actions, but this cause is too great to consider individual safety. Some sacrifices are unavoidable - and I'm sorry that you cannot understand this, Rusty, but do not chastise me. I am the leader here - do not forget that."
Rusty looked down, feeling almost frightened. He had never seen Rochester so angry before. He swallowed nervously. Argument was futile; and even though he felt that his point was valid, Rochester made him very nervous - almost cowed. So Rusty kept his opinion to himself. "I won't forget, Rochester. I... I'm sorry."
-written 28 January 2007
(8LB)
actual scene,
short,
possibly a version will be in the story,
the rebels,
giant cliche story,
rochester,
rusty