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>"Personal issue?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "*Everyone* in this >community has personal issues, fleeter! The man that guards you now, Kirin >- his two children were murdered by the so-called 'Planetary Defense'. The >man down the hallway; a Marine shell killed his mother, his father, and his >sister and her four-month-old baby. The reason we're here is because this >is all the community we have left! You ally yourselves with butchers and >you expect mercy from us?" She unleashed a wicked kick into his ribcage. David grunted and coughed, "I don't expect--" >She leaned down, a burning hatred in her eyes. "You came here to destroy >us. But you can't kill people who are dead inside already, fleeter. You >took care of that part yourselves." She stood, got her bucket, and left him >with another vicious kick with her hard leather boots. He closed his eyes to resist the pain...She saw him as a Marine...she wouldn't change her mind...he was going to die
