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18/02/2020- Decisions Made
🕑 Added 2020-02-19 21:13:00 +0000 UTCThe last thing Caitriona wanted to do was save him. She knew how, and could, but she simply couldn’t find a reason to. She found herself, for the first time, giving into the hate and spite she has housed for many months. It would be better if he died, after all. He had given her so much trouble. Always going against her, and her having to stand by him and support him. He had been her greatest adversary. And now he was threatening her goals. He was threatening all her hard work and perseverance and patience. It was something she did not think she could forgive.
And she had no intention of forgiving him. Why should she, after all. But as with all things difficult, she always asked herself what her mother would have done. She knew what her mother would have done, and perhaps that’s what made her so angry. Even in the face of hate and anger and sadness, her mother always did the right thing. Whatever that thing was, even if it was hard, even when she didn’t want to do it, she did the right thing.
It was such a vague concept.
What was the “right thing”? Did the right thing include saving and possibly risking your life for your enemy? Was that the “right thing”?
She agonized over it in the span of time it took for her to get from her office to the sick bay. And by the time she was in the room, and saw the face that had sneered down upon her in boundless confidence and blatant cynicism now losing the strength to even twist in pain, drenched in blood as life itself was slipping away slowly by slowly, she understood what the “right thing” was. And why it was so important to do it. Her only hope now was that she did not regret it in the future.
