Trust

In a pack ya have ta trust yer packmates. Ta hunt, ta bring down prey, ta live through tha tough times. Thats Family ta me. Ta watch each other's six, and keep it warm. We trust each other cause thats all we got. More so when yer in tha service. Ya trust tha uniform, even if ya don't know tha one in tha rack next ta ya, or in tha foxhole or chargin tha machine guns.

Trust that once is broken takes a long time ta recover, if at all.

Thats why i, err, left tha 7RAR-L, and tha Pack. It's also why i put my very only body in tha line of fire fer tha Institute. Over and over i'd do it. Because they're Family. Best i ever had. I trust em. All tha ones i know, i trust. Knowledge of a thing brings understandin. Once ya understand tha way somethin is, ya can trust it ta be that thing.

Even ta be in tha Institute gives a certail level of trust. We look pretty close at our members, befer we invite em in. Usually that plays out well. Takes a certain kinda person ta sign up with us in tha first place. Tha rest? we gotta learn about em, watch em, understand em. When ya understand somethin, ya can trust it. Same goes with people.

Lestat is a good example. Came to us from somewhere that wasn't a Family. I can tell. He can tell. I seen tha look of tha lone wolf in his eyes. He's watchin us all. testin us, waitin fer tha knife in tha back. Testin and waitin so hard he stabbed Spirit Gal intha belly and was gunna throat her till we caught him and talked him down.

He doesn't get why, maybe, fer now, why we didn't turn on him. Because we're Family. Maybe, in time, he'll learn what that means. Till then? We watch him, he's an assett ta any that whould have him, or else Her Ladyship wouldn't have recruited him. We wait fer him ta learn ta trust him. We learn about him so we can trust.

Reminded me of when i was in Basic. Learnin ta be part of my new Family, tha 7RAR-L. We did this thing, runnin, and singin, all of us tagether. Kinda brought us closer, even singin about what'd likely ahppen ta us. I guess its dumb. Won't work on Lestat, he's . . . been lookin fer daggers too long, but, it got me ta thinkin.

Here's one of tha somgs i remember.

Lycan Ranger:

Lyc-eh-eh-en Ran-ger-er-er-er-er

Deep in the battlefield fur matted with blood
Lay an Lycan Ranger dying in the mud

Lyc-eh-eh-en Ran-ger-er-er-er-er

Those silver wounds deep in his chest
tell the world he was one of the best

Lyc-eh-eh-en Ranger-er-er-er-er

No shrine or stone or mark for he
only this song we sing for thee

Lyc-eh-eh-en Ran-ger-er-er-er-er

of tooth and claw and fur we pray
that rage will bring us blood this day

maybe it IS tha way ta get through ta him.