Rachel was really walking on the sharp of a blade right there. She dared to call the job of a mercenary disgusting? "Oi brat, say that once more. Say that my job is disgusting once more and I'll petching gut your ass.", she said clearly pissed off. But unlike her earlier anger, this was cold and hard like steel. "Thanks to me you guys at least have enough money to last a while. So could you tone it down about my job?" And now the girl was starting about friends. If there was one thing that Revy had learned in Sunberth was that no one had true friends here. Yet she toned down her voice a little. "I talk the way I like and you ain't gonna change nuthin' bout it. She knew that I hated to hear about... the situation I found myself in many seasons ago and she still started about it. Then you went ahead and exploded at me talkin' about manners and stuff. Well... do manners bring food to hte table? No, they don't. Do manners protect you from a blade between your ribs? No they don't. I ain't got no use for stuff that I can't make money off or use to protect me.", she said, "I only trust in my cold hard steel. And if I were you, you should do the same. Friends are only friends while it is beneficial to them. Once they're done with you, they'll throw you away like an old boot." Clacking her tongue, she grabbed her stuff. She needed a drink.... lots of em. Dealing with kids was always a headache and this time it was no change either. "Oi, next time I see you, I hope you'll not mouth off to me like the goody-two-shoes you are. I hate people like that. Damn hypocrits.", she snarled. "Tell Calyn that I might drop by after a few seasons again. Gonna go look for a contract to get out of this hellhole again." |