We need to aim at between nine and eleven stone*, roughly. Ideally, about ten stone. You don’t need to be rail thin and probably never will be.”*B...tween 126 and 154 pounds.“I’ve got to lose seven stone?”“Eventually. Eventually. What we need to aim for is around two pounds a week. It doesn’t sound much, but you can reach the target in a year.”“A year? It’s going to take me a year?”“If you try to rush, you’ll only end up with folds of excess skin, if you don’t give up before you get there. Take. ”I chuckled out loud.“Was,” I repeated out loud. She chuckled out loud at my response.“Yeah,” she replied, “But, I’ve mellowed a bit over the years.”“Do tell,” I replied, sitting back on the couch.“Well,” she replied, “I decided to settle down and get married.”“I hope that’s working out well for ya,” I replied.“Well…” she answered, her voice trailing off. “Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t.”“But you find a way to make it work,” I said.“Yes, we do,” she replied.A brief second of silence. After throwing my bags in my room i sat down thinking of how great i could make my new life or how i could fuck it up. after about a hour of sitting there thinking i figured i'd go out and start my new life. it took me forever to get a taxi to stop because im soft spoken but when i did i asked the driver to take me somewhere fun. he gave me a smirk looking over his shoulder and started driving. about 30 minutes of looking out the window later we stoped i paid and got out. i couldn't believe. You don’t like things being uneven, unfair, or unbalanced. I love that about you. You do things for me, just as I do them for you. You got as offended by what Dirk did to me as I did about what Megan did to you. You cared enough about the way that the world needs to be to volunteer for Militia service and join the Front, too. You care about the injustice of the way that youth are butchered in wartime and you do what you can to relieve their suffering. You care about the way that the world.