Let it not be said that I did not have my misgivings about the training regiment that Irene was proposing. I remembered telling myself when we first began that I'd be willing to do whatever it takes to pull off this impossible feat.
Now, with Ria slumbering so peacefully by my feet, blissfully unaware of the proceedings that were about to take place, I'm starting to question just far I was willing to take this 'whatever'.
It was amazing how quick my imagination was to quickly set up the stageplay in my head of the worst-case scenario that could happen. A Legless Ria, an armless Ria… fucking headless.
Thanks, brain. You're really doing me a solid here.
I know she wouldn't die… Irene assured that they'll regenerate in a flash of embers.
But then I'd have to do it again. Over and over and over. Until I get it just right.