When I was a little girl, before I even dreamed of being wonder woman, my parents taught me the difference between right and wrong.
No child really takes notice of this of course, it gets diluted into what you'll get into trouble for and what you can get away with.
As you get older, you amend your version of this. Most people have a very clear sense of right and wrong (until it's tested), their own little set of moral codes.
They draw a line and for the most part they keep to it. Others, they have no lines, or somebody stole them. Somebody's took them from them and now they have no compass to their own code. All they know is hurt, and its source.
When I set out on this path, it was with a very clear idea in my head. That right is right, and wrong is wrong. I wasn't the kind of naive person you use in films that thought I could win the day without getting my hands dirty. What I did do was grow up and realise that whatever I did, whatever lines I crossed, they were mine and mine alone. I could never go back and be the person I was, I could never taint the people around me with the stains of my sins.
I was about to give up everything, with a 99% chance of that I wouldn't survive and for what?
Well, that at least is very simple.
Meeting Alejandro was no accident.
Becoming his favourite pet?
That was a different matter entirely.
They caught up to me in London.
Suits a little too creased, eyes a little too serious. The unmistakable bearing of military men, no matter how long they'd been chained to a desk.
"Miss Plum?"
"Yes?"
"We need to have a discussion"
"Regarding what exactly?
"Your enlistment"
I burst into laughter. "Why would I ever do that?"
"Because there is man who wants to kill Ranger Manoso. And he's going to succeed unless someone stops him"