It was the idea that you knew best and that you knew what was best for others. Richard liked being in control, he liked telling people what to do and he enjoyed watching them listen. With one hand on his pistol, another interlaced with Iris’ fingers Dicky moved forward with a familiar confidence that had been briefly shaken by the morning news. That confidence adjusted his focus and directed his duty. He felt more obligation to Iliya’s memory than guilt in her gutting. Dick couldn’t shrink, he couldn’t crumble. The student-body needed him. They had elected Richard to be a leader, that meant he had to lead. Iris had looked him in the eye and echoed his own words back at him. A promise was made, one soul to another. That meant they had to be brave. That meant he had to brave enough for two.
The worst crime was hypocrisy. And it was the one everybody immediately recognized. Especially among self-proclaimed leaders.
Of course, that was also the problem. Nobody really needed a leader when things were going well. When everything was good, that meant it was good for everybody. People could figure out shit for themselves when things were easy. You needed a leader when things were hard. You needed a leader when things were bad. Dicky had to become the man he was meant to be, not tomorrow but today. Not later, but now. He had chosen to be a leader when things were good, he needed to be a leader now that everything had gone bad.
[ Big Dick Buster Continued From: A Girl’s Feelings ]
“According to the map, across this field should be a research station,” Dicky spoke aloud, reviewing his own mindset to his partner but also to himself, “no matter what, keep hold of my hand.”
A promise made, one soul to another.
“No matter what,” a proclamation to his partner and also to his person, “we stick together, we stand together. We find our friends, we find a way out.”
