Thunder

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We went into a small room. It was almost like an interrogating room. Lilly sits down and I sit down across from her. We talk for about an hour about old times. Her face was cheerful and then it got tense.

"Why didn't you pull the trigger?"

"Because you are my sister"

"And those people were your friends!"

"And?"

"And, you shouldn't have killed them"

"They deserved it."

"And I didn't?"

"No, you didn't!"

"Of all the things you've told me, why didn't you ever tell me about this group?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were hunting this group down?"

"I don't think you would know what I was talking about! Why did you even join the group?"

"Because I felt a sense of belonging for the first time!"

"Since of belonging! That's bull."

"You had everything and you want to tell me what's bull"

"You're my little sister."

"And as a big sister, you should know that I was depressed"

"And then you got better!"

"Because of this group and those people that saved you"

"I never needed saving"

"The group you were in was using you!"

"And your group wasn't?"

"No! I choose my missions. I choose who I got to kill. I choose! So no, they didn't use me. They never used me!"

"And your boyfriend didn't use you?"

"My boyfriend didn't use me. He knew me better than you. He knew I would get a sense of belonging!"

"So Why didn't you come back?"

"I couldn't. I couldn't see your dead body!"

"But you are here now, why?"

"Because I needed to be safe"

"Safe from who?"

"Safe from your people!"

"My people rarely try to kill people!"

"Is that why they tried to kill me a few times?"

Authors note:

What do you think of Lilly now?

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