Nun with a Gun - Part Two (Day 3 Afternoon)

She was slightly stunned by Serena’s question. Why did she need a gun, afterall? Wouldn’t it be counter intuitive, being a pacifist as she was, to carry something so antithetical to her beliefs? Guns were no stranger to her, many moons ago on Athens, but that was another life, and one she’d tried to bury in the black.

“I suppose… I don’t need a gun. And I can’t conceive of ever using one to hurt someone. I suppose, I saw it as a sport of some sort--something that Dorian was showing off how good he was at. It is true that there is art in war, though, it is also said that those who live by the sword, die by the sword.” Her brows were knit together as she tried to walk through her own thought process with Serena. Almond eyes met Serena’s in earnest quiet, the brush still walking it’s path automatically.

“Crew chief says that havin’ a weapon is askin’ for trouble. Mistah Doctah Adluh says he has two, even though it’s contradictory to him bein’ a doctah and fixing people up. He says that he’s obligated if someone’s brother wants to shoot him to shoot them first,” she said, timidly brushing a hair behind the nun’s ear as she’d done earlier. “I just didn’t know if you were obligated too or not. He said me an’ you have about the same size hands, so we might go get matching guns, but I asked the crew chief, and he didn’t say no, but he didn’t exactly say yes, an’ I don’t know what to do.”

“Vas is right, and so is Dorian. You know, sometimes we are confronted with difficult decisions like who to follow or who to please. The answer, I’ve found, is always the same. Do you want to know what it is?” The brush was idle on the nun’s lap.

“Look down deep inside yourself, here,” her hand laid flat against Serena’s heart, “and find out how to be true to what you hear. Do both Dorian and Vas care about you? Do you hear that in their concern for what you choose?”

Serena squinted her eyes to listen. “They both do care ‘bout me. Crew chief never lied to me, and crew looks out for crew. He said that a weapon would bring trouble, an’ I believe ‘em. And the first day I was on the ship, I promised Mistah Doctah Adluh I wouldn’t be any trouble. But the doctah says that there ain’t no harm in being prepared, that learnin’ when not to shoot is just as important as knowin’ when to shoot. And I like to learn new things and to drink bourbon and learn to draw.”

“I suppose a question you have to ask yourself is whether or not trouble is going to find you anyway in this ‘Verse, and whether or not you’d like to be prepared when it comes.” Lyen straightened herself and faced Serena. “You know, in our temple on Santo, the Order of the Interverse taught us how to use a bō staff. It wasn’t just about learning defense, it was about learning discipline and how to be supremely confident in our ability. Learning how to use that weapon brought me a peace I know I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t tried in the first place.”

“So you think I should get a gun?” Serena asked hopefully, with raised eyebrows.

A chuckle escaped Ly’s smiling face. “I think you need to listen to your heart, Qīn'ài de (dear one). No one can make up your mind for you.” A friendly hand rested on Serena’s shoulder.

“My heart doesn’t say much.” Serena complained, rising to her feet. “I don’t think it knows how to speak. I’ll give it some more thought with my brain though. Xièxiè for talking to me.” She was hoping to leave the nun’s room with an answer but instead closed the door carrying even more questions. “Stupid heart,” She muttered under her breath. "Start talking"

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