She sighs, restraining the urge to roll her eyes, and dropping the guards she leaves in place so Olga doesn't have to work her way past them to get at the worst of the wounds. She's been injured and patched back together too many times to not to know the pattern of it.
"I miss Moscow. I miss the Watch. I miss my dogs. Am I supposed to wait calmly to get that back?" It's less angry and more sad. Lonely. She's been part of the Watch so long she doesn't know how to function outside of it. Outside of the role Gesar created for her.
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Date: 2011-03-16 04:41 am (UTC)"I miss Moscow. I miss the Watch. I miss my dogs. Am I supposed to wait calmly to get that back?" It's less angry and more sad. Lonely. She's been part of the Watch so long she doesn't know how to function outside of it. Outside of the role Gesar created for her.