piper looked down after the momentary silence that rick offered. it did seem like an easy question to answer , if you were a military man , born && raised like he was. && everyone knew , piper was anything but. no one knew the entire story , perhaps apart from waller , but that woman knew everything. she wasn’t one for boasting about her past. all they knew was that piper had once been an heiress to a once well set company && now , was fighting monstrous things with guns && hands. nothing in between && she liked to keep it that way. her lips curled into somewhat of a smile , shoulders raising in a silent laugh. she listened , his words swirling into her mind , endless thoughts surrounding them. he was right they fought for a better tomorrow , as cheesy as that may sound. they fought for the civilians to be able to smile && be happy , to be able to get drunk without a worry. they shouldered the burden so they didn’t have to. “ guess you got me there. but , don’t you sometimes wish the bad guys would target bars once in a while ?? the happy drunk citizens have to get on your nerves sometimes. ”
There was something refreshing in the way Vigilante shook with muted laughter. It was a sort of comfort Rick felt when Katana smiled too. These past ten months, there were fewer and fewer reasons to be bright eyed and bushy tailed, but such sights refueled the Colonel in a sense. Even while the present situation he currently faced was quite hopeless. Rick followed up with his own dry single huff of a chuckle that was more caustic than delightful, “’s a pretty dark wish, V. I take more pleasure in dealing with others myself. Nice and personal.” Before he could weakly laugh, Flag shook his head softly, “Naw… last thing I’d want is the bad guys hurting who I’m meant to protect–but it would be convenient for some to turn up now. With you and I in the building. Part of me’s always itching for regular combat.” It was difficult to come back to this civilized first world that is said to be ‘without war’ when the Colonel spent every year since he was sixteen on tour. Fighting, killing, repeating. For a soldier of Rick’s caliber, the only way to cope would be to go back. His first eight months here were honestly insufferable.
