War is coming. I'm not entirely sure what I think about that. I mean, I know we need to go to war against Con, it's just that I don't really like war. Might have something to do with the fact that I lost my leg in the last war. Now I have to walk around with this metal leg. I'm part Con now--part metal, like they are. It makes for a good spy, I suppose. Except I'm on the tall side, and I have purple eyes, but the first can be explained away and the second can be taken care of with contacts.
I'll probably spy more than fight, and that suits me just fine. Not just because I don't want to fight, unless I have to, but because I get along better with the spy chief--my sister Violet--than with the general-in-chief, my brother Blade. I'm still not totally comfortable with spying, either. I just don't fit in this family--in the neat categories we're supposed to fit in. I was born naturally, so I'm a freak. Everyone, especially Marches, are genetically engineered.
Vy's totally okay with stretching the limits of morality--I hate the idea of it. If she asks me to kill someone, I won't do it unless they deserve it. That might get me out of Dad's good graces....but I can't help it. I want to do what Dad wants--and if Vy orders something, it's ultimately Dad's order--but I don't want to turn into someone else either. I'm used to freedom. That's another reason I don't want this war. Everything will be about the war, and I won't get to do much that I want. But I'll join in as much as I can, because I'm a March--and because, if we follow the plan that Dad's set for us, we will win in a few months, and the Conglomerate finally won't be a threat anymore.
We can take a breath at last.
And I can be free.
Sort of. As a March, I'll never truly be free.
I'll probably spy more than fight, and that suits me just fine. Not just because I don't want to fight, unless I have to, but because I get along better with the spy chief--my sister Violet--than with the general-in-chief, my brother Blade. I'm still not totally comfortable with spying, either. I just don't fit in this family--in the neat categories we're supposed to fit in. I was born naturally, so I'm a freak. Everyone, especially Marches, are genetically engineered.
Vy's totally okay with stretching the limits of morality--I hate the idea of it. If she asks me to kill someone, I won't do it unless they deserve it. That might get me out of Dad's good graces....but I can't help it. I want to do what Dad wants--and if Vy orders something, it's ultimately Dad's order--but I don't want to turn into someone else either. I'm used to freedom. That's another reason I don't want this war. Everything will be about the war, and I won't get to do much that I want. But I'll join in as much as I can, because I'm a March--and because, if we follow the plan that Dad's set for us, we will win in a few months, and the Conglomerate finally won't be a threat anymore.
We can take a breath at last.
And I can be free.
Sort of. As a March, I'll never truly be free.
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