Autumn 1998 – Arm, Sword, Shield

“The Weapons know their targets,” she said, “I am just their vehicle. I carry them to their battles and they wield me. I have no talent of my own. I had no life of my own before them. I was a whore and a junkie and had no purpose but the next john and the next fix. Do not stand between me and their foe. We will cut you to pieces.”

I head out my empty hands. I said, “I am not here to stop you. I am merely trying to understand. Perhaps I can even help.”

She shook her head. “We need no help. If I fail the Weapons, if I am too weak and I die, they will find another vehicle. The battle will go on. It has gone on forever. It will go on forever.”

I gritted my teeth. This was going to be difficult.