When I balked at the mutilation plan Henry Fong said that I could just heal her if I was so upset about it. I explained that I can’t regrow hands. He explained back at me that wasn’t even what he meant, he was just saying that I could heal the stump after we hack off her hand to keep her from bleeding to death. He went on to say that it would be best to hack off her arm below the elbow rather than just the hand. That showed that he cared.
“Grace let’s say that they make women eligible for the draft. There’s a war on and you get drafted. Are you telling me that if they send you into the field that you wouldn’t kill the enemy? Because that’s what this is Grace, we’re at war. All this hand-wringing and bleeding heart morality whatever bullshit is hanging you up, you need to get over it. If you want to be a soldier be a soldier. If you don’t then you need to get the fuck out of the way of those of us that are willing to do what has to be done. This halfway bullshit isn’t helping anyone. It’s making everything worse.”
“Calm down Braveheart” I’ve never watched that movie but I couldn’t think of any other macho bullshit war is great speeches “let me at least try my way first.”
“Sure” he scoffed, full of weird angry man-scoff.
“And if that doesn’t work then I have another idea.”
“Are you going to cut off your own hand Grace? For this dumb bitch? I don’t understand you.”
I don’t know if I would have done that but I was thinking about it.
I don’t mean to sound like an 11-year-old drama queen but Henry Fong doesn’t understand me? Get in line buddy. I feel like no one understands me. Everyone I meet in the magic world either wants me to murder murder murder all the time or they look down their nose at me because they think I’m a violent maniac who goes around attacking everyone all the time. Where are the people in the middle?
Is this what it feels like to be, insert political reference about anti-extremism here that I don’t know because I don’t know anything about politics.