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[time_for_lynn]

On a sunny afternoon, Lynn Taylor lay on a large and dark rock in shallow water, stomach down with her head watching her hands try to catch the tiny and fast fish that swam around looking for bits of food.

"You can't kill them."

"You're not supposed to be here."  She looked up from the water,  and frowned at the woman.  "Go away or I'm going to tell Grandpa."

""They smell the blood on your hands."

"Go away!"  Lynn pushed herself up, and stood, drawing her full height to look a bit intimidating.  It didn't work.

"I'm here because you are."

"What do you want?"  The little girl sighed, realizing her fishing trip was over.  "This isn't fair."

"You've made a big mess, Lynn Taylor.  You shouldn't have stabbed him."

"He was hurting Mommy!"

"They've made her General and now she'll be at work even more."

"Stop lying!  She's going to quit."

"She can't now that you've killed someone.  It's your fault Lynn."

"Stop saying that!"

"She watched her whole team die because of you.  The walls bled and their screams will echo in her ears for an eternity."

"Shut up!"

"She'll die screaming, as will you."

"Go away!"  Lynn screamed, before realizing that she was on the rock again, her hands in the water, tiny dead fish floating on the surface.