"I don't care," Tim says, flat and honest. "I don't care if I'm a target. I spent eight years of my life bein' a target. Willingly, at that. I came home from war and became a U.S. Marshal because — since we're bein' so honest tonight — I like bein' a target. It's why I joined the task force. It's why I moved to New York, to Hell's Kitchen. I can't function if I don't feel like I'm in danger."
It's the most honest he's ever been, he thinks. To anyone, in any situation. It's something he became aware of after the war, but never anything he told anyone, or anything he ever even acknowledged out loud.
For a moment, he just breathes. Just tries to calm himself down. To be less angry. He didn't want to fight, but here they are. It was inevitable. When he speaks, it's quiet again, not quite subdued. "You don't get to decide what I need protection from."
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:09 am (UTC)It's the most honest he's ever been, he thinks. To anyone, in any situation. It's something he became aware of after the war, but never anything he told anyone, or anything he ever even acknowledged out loud.
For a moment, he just breathes. Just tries to calm himself down. To be less angry. He didn't want to fight, but here they are. It was inevitable. When he speaks, it's quiet again, not quite subdued. "You don't get to decide what I need protection from."