"You sure you're ready for this, Baby Girl?" - Pops asked for the tenth time while I was bandaging my hands on a sideline of a field.
"I was born to do that, and you know it." - I assured him again, although I'm running out of new ways to say it.
"Tamsy, look at me." - he ordered and I raised my head to meet his old, wise eyes and those much younger of Ink, who stood by his side. - "I know you're capable, but I want to make sure you'll be alright. After all he's your…"
"He's a monster and a r****t, who will bring death to all those people. He's nothing to me, aside from obstacle." - I said stubbornly.
"Tamsy." - Pops said with a piercing glare. He knows me so well, and he won't buy the bullshit I've been telling. He probably already knows the turmoil of thoughts going through my he
