[ Carver's grip tightens on the glass a moment before he remembers to ease up and breathe. Of all the gifts Pope gave him over the years, that trust was probably the most precious. Pope didn't look at him and see a fuckup with a temper; he saw a soldier he could mold, one of his future leaders. The Army didn't want Carver anymore than it'd wanted the others, but Pope never gave up on him. And if that trust required sacrifice, it was one Carver gave willingly. ]
He said I could be strong. Then he made me that way.
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He said I could be strong. Then he made me that way.