I asked. “She needs help. I want to make sure she gets that help.” I had a thing about abandonment. Even if I'd had two grandparents growing up, my parents were both dead before I could walk. It drilled into me early on that I didn'e want to see people abandoned, helpless. Jackson nodded. “I’d hoped that you would see it that way. Not as me asking for your use as a soldier, but as support. I’ll just want you to help you carry Becca out of there. You won’t have to fight. It gets too hot, I won’t blame you if you bug out.” I nodded. “No fighting on my part?” “Eric, you cannot be serious.” Amy protested. “Damn straight I am.” I looked to her with as serious of a look as I could muster. “This is what I what to do. I want to help people. And if you want to be my guardian, you’re coming with me.” She flat-out glared at me.
