"Sorry, Highness," he said rather self-consciously. "Didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that."
"Quite all right, Lieutenant Commander," her smoky voice answered. "I can totally understand what you just said. I agree, too. It's a very hard life. The mental stressors are incredible. The physical part is nothing, bones and sundered flesh heal rather quickly. But, the mind...once it's broken, it's hard to put right." She pointed out the front door, indicating Collin. "Honestly, Rance, I don't know how anyone can do it for more than a handful of years. We are a rare breed, Rance MacNaulty. We dedicate our lives to the protection of someone else. We willingly put ourselves in the thick of a fight to see that no harm comes to our charge. You're absolutely right; it gets tiring."
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