Imagine trying to convince Troy to let you join the Malica.
" Let me join." You say as you staring ahead at the men shooting the targets.
" You got to be kidding." He says causing you to turn to look over at Troy, which was not impressed.
" No. -- I'm not "kidding" Troy." You say.
" No way, it's too dangerous." He tells you as if you were eight year old.
" I'm not eight, Troy--I can handle myself."
" I know you can." He says causing you to roll your eyes a bit.
" Then why won't you let me join? Plus, you anyways need more people Troy." You tell him causing him to shake his head a bit to himself." Because you mean too much to me. I'm not going to loose you!" He tells you clearly upset. You then grabbed his hand, making him look up at you.
" You won't always be able to protect me Troy, especially now." You tell him before letting go of his hand and walking off.