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Gettin' better. I guess.
Sick of bein' on my ass though, but I got a few more days to go before I can get back to work.
Vynne meant well, but you don't tell a pregnant woman what to do - especially one that's been there before. Actin' like Bec don't know her own body or her own baby is kinda fuckin' stupid, and continuin' on like neither of us said nothin' is even stupider. Trolls are raised knowin' the risks, but damned if we ain't also raised to know that you don't fuck with a knocked-up Troll woman.
That said, I know that Bec's smart enough not to bite off more than she can chew. She ain't an oven, she's a woman. Or somethin'. Even if she's workin' past the point where she starts to show, I think she knows well enough what she can handle and what she can't - better than any elf that ain't ever had any kids.
Should've stayed home instead of goin' to the cookout, though. Don't need no fuckin' deadie standin' up for the entire unit to a fella whose mouth is bigger than any measure of common sense that he might have. Nobody needs one of those damn knights to stand up for 'em - we're capable of doin' that ourselves. I don't need a dead elf to speak for me. Don't I have a fuckin' mouth?
Even if a livin' man had done it I'd still be pissed. You don't talk for me. Everybody in the unit, we're all fuckin' adults - and unless shit's changed, he ain't no officer, either.
Fuck. The day one of them knights becomes a fuckin' officer is the day I hand in my tabard and retire, 'cause fuck, that ain't right.
... Don't matter that it's Jeria's brother, either. I can't trust those things, even if they're in the unit. I mean, those deadies at the Wrathgate, some of them was probably in Horde units, they walked under the Horde banner and then they went and fucking turned against us. Nobody knows when those knights and the other deadies will do the same thing.
Not if. When.
Sick of bein' on my ass though, but I got a few more days to go before I can get back to work.
Vynne meant well, but you don't tell a pregnant woman what to do - especially one that's been there before. Actin' like Bec don't know her own body or her own baby is kinda fuckin' stupid, and continuin' on like neither of us said nothin' is even stupider. Trolls are raised knowin' the risks, but damned if we ain't also raised to know that you don't fuck with a knocked-up Troll woman.
That said, I know that Bec's smart enough not to bite off more than she can chew. She ain't an oven, she's a woman. Or somethin'. Even if she's workin' past the point where she starts to show, I think she knows well enough what she can handle and what she can't - better than any elf that ain't ever had any kids.
Should've stayed home instead of goin' to the cookout, though. Don't need no fuckin' deadie standin' up for the entire unit to a fella whose mouth is bigger than any measure of common sense that he might have. Nobody needs one of those damn knights to stand up for 'em - we're capable of doin' that ourselves. I don't need a dead elf to speak for me. Don't I have a fuckin' mouth?
Even if a livin' man had done it I'd still be pissed. You don't talk for me. Everybody in the unit, we're all fuckin' adults - and unless shit's changed, he ain't no officer, either.
Fuck. The day one of them knights becomes a fuckin' officer is the day I hand in my tabard and retire, 'cause fuck, that ain't right.
... Don't matter that it's Jeria's brother, either. I can't trust those things, even if they're in the unit. I mean, those deadies at the Wrathgate, some of them was probably in Horde units, they walked under the Horde banner and then they went and fucking turned against us. Nobody knows when those knights and the other deadies will do the same thing.
Not if. When.