“Yes,” Van replied simply, still with a smile on his face. “Undoubtedly. Finnian Pell is still my brother. You were my brother too, once.” “I still am,” Thrace barked. “Perhaps an older brother, admittedly. I think the two of you are fools and I do not believe this is a good idea. Van, you have natural talent but it takes discipline to be a soldier.” “Thrace please,” Van grew earnest and let the smile fall from his face. “Let me prove to you that I am not a cynical man. I simply have not found what I was put on this earth to do. I want to do something I believe in, with people I believe in. Let me fight for you.” Thrace looked hard at Van, studying the resolve of this would-be recruit. “You’re drunk,” Thrace said simply. “A bit, yes,” Van admitted, the smile returned so easily. “But I’m honest when I’m drunk.” “Please Thrace,” Finnian pushed....
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