As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guyโs thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I canโt say Iโve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
Ann AguirreI imagine the ones weโve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes thatโs terrifying, and sometimes itโs reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
Ann AguirreSo I make no effort to hide my pain. I donโt ever put it all on display like thisโbut for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But Iโm told itโs necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose thatโs rather the point.
Ann Aguirre