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His words sunk into her chest. She bit down on her lip, worry gathering in her chest. Phoebe gulped down a long breath of air, her eyes glued to the ground. His comment about white men hit with a sense of irony. Sure she was white, but far from a man. His words did little to reassure the fire...

She bit down on her lip, her foot tapping anxiously for a moment or two before a quiet sigh left her mouth. Her eyes found his, a serious look pulling across her face. "I know I ain't in no place to be askin' for favors... But... I-If you see me get captured, or see that I am captured, god I...

She forced down the rest of her food, only looking up as Tobias ventured towards her. She averted his gaze, staring down at her empty bowl, her foot tapping anxiously. She gnawed on her bottom lip, only looking up as he spoke. How the hell was she supposed to explain this one? Her mother brings...

"There is nothing permanent except change." -Heraclitus

The drills were hard and long, finally relaxing as the end drew near. Phoebe happily walked with the other men back to camp, wasting no time to hurry into the line. She held tightly to her bowl, her stomach growling as she approached the pot. Once she was given the chance, she held out her bowl...

Her eyes widened slightly as he poured some of the liquid into her canteen. Truth be told, Phoebe had never tried alcohol before. She stared down at the canteen, hesitantly taking it back. She followed his quick instructions, falling into line with the others. Phoebe brought the canteen to her...

She shook her head instantly at the suggestion of the surgeon. "Y-Y'know what, it's probably not that bad... I-I should just rest it," She started, waving her good hand as to dismiss a problem. Doctors would certainly need to be avoided in this situation. The last thing she wanted was someone...

She rubbed her shoulder once more, trying to soothe the pain burning through her body. After falling off of the horse and the immense bruising, she just about had enough of this. At least he was letting her take a break. Well somewhat. Pain coursed through her body. She paused, glancing up as...

She gently rubbed her shoulder, the pain still ever present. She couldn't help but smile at Tobias' compliment. It was a fantastic shot. Hell, she did a great job. But then she was asked to do it again. She held onto her gun tighter this time, adjusting where the hilt ended up. It pressed right...

She looked towards the hills, holding herself tall. She stood there for what seemed like hours, a sigh of relief leaving her body as she was dismissed. She hurried back towards the other recruits. At the sound of his voice, she fell into the line, copying what the others were doing. She followed...

She froze at the feeling of his hand slip beneath her belt, the slight wiggle of his fingers filled her chest with a sense of... Dread? Fear? Lord, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that it made her feel weak in the knees. His hands were warmer then she thought they would be, the feeling...

She followed after them, anxiously watching as each recruit received their equipment. The fear burning through her body just about sending her to her knees. Phoebe released a shaky breath of air, glancing up as her name was called. She inhaled sharply, taking a step forward. She glanced down at...

She hadn't the faintest idea of what he was actually having them do, but she decided protesting or asking might be a stupid idea, so she remained quiet. Phoebe followed the other men as the fell into line. She did her best to maneuver herself around everyone, trying to find where she fit...