"You really are merciless, Shredica," my previous instructor muttered, sounding half-exhausted and half-amused, like he had seen this exact scene one too many times already. He rubbed his temples and glanced at the wreck I had become. "You have to take it easy on them. They still haven't even been taught how to fight in real scenarios. They're already feeling overwhelmed, and you're not helping that, you know?"
Shredica didn't even flinch. She didn't look back at him. She just stood there with her arms crossed, staring down at me like she was checking whether I was a stain that needed to be wiped off the floor. "If he's going to be that way," she said flatly, like she was stating basic math, "then he wouldn't be able to come home."
Her voice didn't waver. Not even a tiny bit.
