"I mean, we all have a past. Something we wish we could go back and change. Something we wish we didn't do. All of us, except for Qir'ah, the perfect one," said Alex, whose trust in Qir'ah hadn't yet been earned.
"Woah! Me? Perfect? Wow! You know nothing about me. Josh came the night I was to be arrested, again, for ha....something," Qir'ah said as her voice trailed off.
"Again?" sneered Alex.
"What is ha...?"asked Nate.
"My life wasn't perfect. Far from it actually. The reason for all the moves wasn't just because of my dad. Most were my fault. Me and my impetuous, reckless nature. When I was four, I figured out how to hack into the NSA's secure site. From there, it was a cinch to hack into the CIA, FBI, etc. All I wanted was proof that God existed. I worked with a group of people from around the globe, in all walks of life, from all corners of the globe, who probably had no clue that their leaders was easily a-third their age."
"Wait, QS, that's you! You're the one who got that info from your contacts in...." SarahJo said.
"Lebanon. Yeah, they think QS is this really old guy or something. Most certainly not a 14 year old girl. I should have something the other night but I was too scared, I guess."
"I thought QS stood for questions, or something like that, but now I see it's your initials," said SarahJo in amazement.
"Yeah. The only person outside of you guys and Josh who knows, is Michael. He's a friend of my dad's and former Mossad. He helps me with whatever I need," Qir'ah stated rather sadly.
Alex's hidden compassionate side was stirred once more as Qir'ah burst into tears and fled the room. Nate turning to Alex, yelled, "Look what you did! She's the youngest and still adjusting to life here and now look what you did!"
"Look what I did?! What about you?! You continued this mess! You're the leader! You could've stopped this whole thing! Some leader you are!" Alex yelled back.
"Oh, coming from the Guardian. Oh, that's rich! You're supposed to be compassionate! Where's your compassion, huh?" Nate retorted.
"Hidden inside. Just like every emotion has been for the past 17 years of her life," Ka'as said quietly from the corner where he had watched the entire interchange. "Nate, you were allowed, even encouraged, to express pain, sorrow, love or joy. Your whole life, in fact. But Alex and I both lived on the streets. When you live on the streets, you have to hide your feelings. If you show pain or fear, they pounce on you and make it worse. If you show love or joy, they delight in taking that from you, til all you're left with is a shell of who you want to be. Nothing but emptiness. Nate, as the leader, you have to learn to with people's weaknesses as well as their strengths. Alex, showing emotion isn't bad. Learn to show that you're just like the rest of us."
"Woah! Me? Perfect? Wow! You know nothing about me. Josh came the night I was to be arrested, again, for ha....something," Qir'ah said as her voice trailed off.
"Again?" sneered Alex.
"What is ha...?"asked Nate.
"My life wasn't perfect. Far from it actually. The reason for all the moves wasn't just because of my dad. Most were my fault. Me and my impetuous, reckless nature. When I was four, I figured out how to hack into the NSA's secure site. From there, it was a cinch to hack into the CIA, FBI, etc. All I wanted was proof that God existed. I worked with a group of people from around the globe, in all walks of life, from all corners of the globe, who probably had no clue that their leaders was easily a-third their age."
"Wait, QS, that's you! You're the one who got that info from your contacts in...." SarahJo said.
"Lebanon. Yeah, they think QS is this really old guy or something. Most certainly not a 14 year old girl. I should have something the other night but I was too scared, I guess."
"I thought QS stood for questions, or something like that, but now I see it's your initials," said SarahJo in amazement.
"Yeah. The only person outside of you guys and Josh who knows, is Michael. He's a friend of my dad's and former Mossad. He helps me with whatever I need," Qir'ah stated rather sadly.
Alex's hidden compassionate side was stirred once more as Qir'ah burst into tears and fled the room. Nate turning to Alex, yelled, "Look what you did! She's the youngest and still adjusting to life here and now look what you did!"
"Look what I did?! What about you?! You continued this mess! You're the leader! You could've stopped this whole thing! Some leader you are!" Alex yelled back.
"Oh, coming from the Guardian. Oh, that's rich! You're supposed to be compassionate! Where's your compassion, huh?" Nate retorted.
"Hidden inside. Just like every emotion has been for the past 17 years of her life," Ka'as said quietly from the corner where he had watched the entire interchange. "Nate, you were allowed, even encouraged, to express pain, sorrow, love or joy. Your whole life, in fact. But Alex and I both lived on the streets. When you live on the streets, you have to hide your feelings. If you show pain or fear, they pounce on you and make it worse. If you show love or joy, they delight in taking that from you, til all you're left with is a shell of who you want to be. Nothing but emptiness. Nate, as the leader, you have to learn to with people's weaknesses as well as their strengths. Alex, showing emotion isn't bad. Learn to show that you're just like the rest of us."
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