Some Desperate Glory

by Emily Tesh

“Drink that.” “It’s got soap in—” “Drink it.” The girl looked at her mess for support, but they all drew away. Then she looked up at Kyr pathetically, wet-eyed.

Oh so kyr is a bully

Old music played on a loop. Kyr winced as she walked in. It wasn’t loud, but it was constant, and she disliked the wastefulness of it: power that Suntracker risked their lives for, thrown away on meaningless noise.

She praises the leaders for being knowledgeable and making the best decisions, but she obviously disagrees with them at her core if she has these sort of thoughts about something as simple as energy management.

“I don’t care,” said Kyr. “It doesn’t matter. Why would it matter?” “Because—” “It’s just sex stuff,” Kyr said. “It’s not important unless you let it be important. Who cares? It’s just a distraction, it gets in people’s heads and takes their focus away from the real problems, the meaningful things, the war.

Kyr's sexual orientation is War

I can’t believe you got two chances at this conversation and you fucked them both up.