”“You can step down any time you wish, Bonsarr,” Amantil replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand.“Thank you, but no. When I take on a task i... gets done. Plus as long as you’re alive, they won’t bother to go after me and mine,” she chuckled grimly.“Who would have the necessary support or power base to take over the Empire if, say, Amantil were assassinated and there was a minor civil war?” Vilgra asked.“Hard to say,” Herrick mused out loud. “Meritocrat Honack, perhaps, though she’s. “You good John?”“Yeah this weed makes my skin feel like shit.”Obviously his skin didn’t mix well with bud, but if he wanted to hang happy later we could snag some brews. Maria was in shock over the drugs and I was trying to chill her out.“Suck in the smoke and inhale through your nose. Hold it in as long as you can.”Maria coughed her face off the first three shots, but she got into it. Paige snagged a drag and I took a couple of hits. We were all feeling real good. John wanted action. Janey. Iremembered I had not wanted to earlier, but even though things weredifferent since then - I mean I knew Ryan was trying to help me now -there was still part of me who knew I should not. I was just a littleunclear on why I knew I shouldn't, like that part of my brain was notworking quite right. Pushing the crystal would make Ryan happy, but evenso, there was an unrelenting wall in my head telling me not too. My headhurt thinking through that.Ryan just nodded. His face told me he was upset. . Do I sound bitter? Not at all. Nope. I'm just having some fun with it.Oh, the camp? Yeah. That's what you asked about, isn't it, O?I'll smut it up if you want. Let me know. Then you can blast it out to the smutverse if you want. I think your friends would like it. The sweet part of the deal is that no one will take it seriously.Mom is fucking retarded. She thinks she can still get me excited with wedding magazines and romance novels. Like I'm going to wake up one day and totally get it. Dad's.