Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

I talked them into helping and they died. And I’m still
alive and I came here. And acted like a whore.” The tears
are back and I slide round ‘til I’m facing him. I pull him
forward, ‘til we’re touching knee to knee and I force his
chin up.
“Not your fault, love. God knows, you’ve risked your life
a thousand times, over the past few years. And the rest
of the town has let you. They’re not so clueless. They
know there are things in the dark. But as long as you lot
go out and do their dirty work, they don’t have to face it.
All you did was give your class a choice. You spelled out
the danger, so they wouldn’t go in blind. And they chose
to fight. You didn’t force them. It’s about choice again. It
always comes back to choice. You said before that you
had to believe you did the right thing, to stop more
people dying. Believe it. It’s true.” I stop for a moment,
to wipe up more tears and, for the first time in a century,
I regret I never carry a handkerchief.
“I want to make one thing very clear to you. You, Are Not
a Whore. You didn’t act like a whore. You haven’t got it
in you. So I don’t want to hear you say that again. Don’t
want you even thinking it. Understand me?” He won’t
meet my eyes, but his breathing is less frantic, so I think
I’m getting through. I hope I’m getting through. “You’ve