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[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]

((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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[Well, since he drew his weapon on her, she returned the favor.]

I am Esme. I work for my Saladin and only him.

[Her lips formed into a scowl.]

And yourself? Are you part of the dogs in the American army? Coming to get me because I don't believe in your hypocritical ways?

I am Jack... I work under Solidus.

[He would have been proud, but he didn't really care much for anything right now.]

We work for no army.

I have never heard of a Solidus.

[Well, at least he didn't work for the American army. Or at least it didn't seem that way. But she wasn't going to be the first to put her guard down. She lived this long, and she'd be damned if she'd die because of a stupid mistake.]

Why do you fight then?

We fight whoever Solidus tells us to fight. The rebels who attack us, nearby villages with food and supplies.

[He isn't putting his guard down, either.]

You are fighting the Americans?

[Her eyes narrowed at that.] You! You are part of the Iraqi regime then?

[Her tone was calm, but if he said a word to confirm that he was, she was ready to shoot on the spot. Although her anger was mostly targeted towards the US for their hypocritical ways, towards the Kurds, she still held ire in her heart for the bastards that killed her family and brainwashed her for a time to fight against her own kind.]

I will get my revenge on them someday for the suffering they have inflicted on my people...but for now, I do as Big Boss...my Saladin says.

The Iraqi regime? No.

[He has no idea what this girl is babbling about. But Solidus would have called people like her "terrorist scum". He would have had Jack execute her immediately... but he wasn't here to give those orders, and Jack didn't much feel like killing her unless she posed a threat.]

I only do as Sir tells me to.

Good. But if that is not it, then where is it that you hail from? Who is your people?

[She looked over his clothing with her scope, trying to find some sort of hint.]

Do you follow him because you want to...or because it is forced upon you?

I am from Liberia... my people are whoever he tells me are mine. I follow him because I have no other choice. There is no other alternative... traitors are executed, and even if they were not, they would soon die trying to fend for themselves. Children, and even adults, won't last long out there without the proper support.

It sounds similar to my homeland. The al-Anfal campaign...it sought to rid all of the Kurds in Iraq. They would capture any capable man, routinely beating them, until they could be organized into mass executions. They tried to act as if they spared the women and children, but that was hardly the case! Whether it was starvation, exposure, or gas attacks, their deaths were still on their hands!

For a long time they had me programmed to their side...fighting against my own people, but he...he saved me. And he made it so that I would never have to be in the middle of the battlefield again. Instead, I could choose who to target.

Perhaps you need someone to rescue you as well.

But he's my only family... he took me in when my parents died... I can't leave. And I'm the leader of the Small Boy Unit now... I can't abandon them, too.

Small Boy Unit? What is the point of that? Women make the better assassins!

[She pouted a little, giving a bit of a huff, before calming herself down.]

Well then. Do you believe in the ideals he fights for, at least?

We only have a few girls in our army, and all they do is cry! They're not useful at all!

[Then again, a lot of the boys cry too.]

Ideals? We fight to survive.

Tch! Clearly you are no good at recruiting women then! The person who trained Saladin was a woman herself!

[Well, she could relate to that. That was, until she was given a means to stay out of the battlefield.]

Do you not seek revenge on those who have threatened your own well-being?

It's not my job to recuit. They aren't my responsibility.

[He shrugs.]

I don't care about revenge anymore. I used to. I wanted to kill whoever killed my parents. But I stopped caring. I stopped caring about everything.

I suppose not, but your recruiter hardly has any taste, it seems.

[She smirked.]

You care about surviving, do you not? Seek revenge on those who would make you fight to survive.

Again, it's not my problem.

[He looks down.]

...Seek revenge on Solidus? I can't do that.

Hmph. Perhaps you should make an issue of it, if you are the one leading a unit.

[She sighed.]

No, stupid, I mean seek revenge on those who threaten your well-being!

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