- What are you still doing here?
- My job, what does it seem like?
- You should have taken cover by now, with the rest of the women and children. It's not--
- Oh, don't you start with me too! I'm the best damn healer this place has ever seen. If you think I'm just gonna sit aside while you guys fight--
- No, you don't start with me! You can't fight. You won't be able to stand it. What if they get to you? What will you do then? What if there's no one around to help you?
- I...
- I know you like to think of yourself as all knowing and super powerful, but you're not! You're not trained, you don't have the skills, and you're just a...
- A woman.
- I didn't mean...
- It's okay. It's not like I'm not used to being told I can't do things cause I'm a woman.
- That's not what I meant! It has nothing to do with your gender!
- Oh no? Cause the last time I checked, all that mattered was what I had between my legs!
- You just don't get it do you? Look at me. Look at me, damn it! I could care less if you're a man or a woman. You simply weren't meant to fight. You are supposed to save people, not kill them... How do you supposed we'd feel if you ended up dead without us being able to do anything to protect you?
- I just don't wanna loose anyone else...
- I know that. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.
- You better.
- And I'm not letting him go anywhere too. He still has to confess to you.
fucking asshole.
you better not die on me.
