[Her features darken with shame as she stares hard at her hands, mouth thinning into a tense line.]
I...don't know how much you know about Scott, so I'm just...going to give you an example, because context really doesn't matter. It's what I did that matters. There was a night I was out hunting. I was with my father, we were on an ATV and I was using a recording to herd our prey into position for capture. At least that's what my father wanted...
[She can still remember the mournful recorded howls of the wolves...how she had to force herself to forget Scott every time she played the recording to get Boyd and Erica where she wanted them. Even though she hasn't shared details, the regret and the horror...the guilt of what she'd done shows on her face.]
When we finally cornered them...when I cornered them...it feels like I put about a dozen arrows in him. He kept getting up, and I just kept shooting. Every time I hit my mark, I felt good. I felt powerful, I felt...vindicated.
The prey we were hunting was a couple of kids I went to school with. The boy I shot up was named Vernon Boyd. He was with a girl, Erica Reyes...that's who I was when Scott saved me. And if it wasn't for him? I'd have killed someone...I'd be where you are right now, and I couldn't have made my deal with the Admiral.
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[Her features darken with shame as she stares hard at her hands, mouth thinning into a tense line.]
I...don't know how much you know about Scott, so I'm just...going to give you an example, because context really doesn't matter. It's what I did that matters. There was a night I was out hunting. I was with my father, we were on an ATV and I was using a recording to herd our prey into position for capture. At least that's what my father wanted...
[She can still remember the mournful recorded howls of the wolves...how she had to force herself to forget Scott every time she played the recording to get Boyd and Erica where she wanted them. Even though she hasn't shared details, the regret and the horror...the guilt of what she'd done shows on her face.]
When we finally cornered them...when I cornered them...it feels like I put about a dozen arrows in him. He kept getting up, and I just kept shooting. Every time I hit my mark, I felt good. I felt powerful, I felt...vindicated.
The prey we were hunting was a couple of kids I went to school with. The boy I shot up was named Vernon Boyd. He was with a girl, Erica Reyes...that's who I was when Scott saved me. And if it wasn't for him? I'd have killed someone...I'd be where you are right now, and I couldn't have made my deal with the Admiral.