[ She trickles bright with laughter over that - him too? ]
(Now you sound like Master Cohle. )
[ There's a shake of her head before she goes on. ]
(And for that, I have but the same answer. I am only as good as the compassion I have for those that I serve. Without that, I am nothing. )
[ Not the nest, that much is clear, she thinks. but her people. Those whom she serves. A mix of the sun-drenched people of her homeland, to the rain-logged starved and hungry of England. My people, comes the memory, the feeling, the utterness of purpose that is no more or less than the clock that ticks over, the sun that rises and falls, on and on and on, and I am theirs. ]
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( Now you sound like Master Cohle. )
[ There's a shake of her head before she goes on. ]
( And for that, I have but the same answer. I am only as good as the compassion I have for those that I serve. Without that, I am nothing. )
[ Not the nest, that much is clear, she thinks. but her people. Those whom she serves. A mix of the sun-drenched people of her homeland, to the rain-logged starved and hungry of England. My people, comes the memory, the feeling, the utterness of purpose that is no more or less than the clock that ticks over, the sun that rises and falls, on and on and on, and I am theirs. ]