Turning Point
" Flora, are you absolutely sure about this?" Marissa asked, her voice pulsing with a blend of fear and stopgap as the two of them sat facing each other at a worn kitchen table in Flora's small new apartment.
Flora spoke forcefully, yet a hint of pain colored what she said." I could not continue to do this in the same way, Marissa. diurnal excursions to the training grounds recall to mind that which I was created to do. I do not like it all the stress, the admonishment, being constantly compared to others."
Marissa leaned in, her aspect sweeping over Flora's." But what about the work you did there? You motivated everyone. You pushed through those delicate sessions like nothing differently."
Flora jounced, her voice hard but gentle." Inspiring them was an resultant of maki
