[Not very long ago, she was taught how to interrogate a prisoner. How to take an enemy soldier into your camp and treat him fairly, no matter how much you hate him, no matter how many of your own he's sure to have killed. You feed him and keep him clothed and clean - warm, if at all you can manage it - treat him better than your own men so no one can turn to you and say you have mistreated a prisoner. This is the new politics of war, taught to her by a very clever man who was both ahead of and entirely behind his time.]
[The thing is, Mal doesn't hate Slevin. The other thing is - well. Jackrum was always a good one for bending the rules until somehow or other they just clean snap.]
[Mal is ready for a good clean snap.]
[She's in his face in a second, looking ready to shout him down for all that he's almost a foot taller than her, but - but - but--]
[She is easy to push. She has simple targets painted on her back, front, sides, there is blood on his hands and there was blood in her eyes well before she actually saw him; she could kill him with a snap of her fingers, easily. He wouldn't stand a chance.]
[Instead, she grabs him by the throat and squeezes.]
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[The thing is, Mal doesn't hate Slevin. The other thing is - well. Jackrum was always a good one for bending the rules until somehow or other they just clean snap.]
[Mal is ready for a good clean snap.]
[She's in his face in a second, looking ready to shout him down for all that he's almost a foot taller than her, but - but - but--]
[She is easy to push. She has simple targets painted on her back, front, sides, there is blood on his hands and there was blood in her eyes well before she actually saw him; she could kill him with a snap of her fingers, easily. He wouldn't stand a chance.]
[Instead, she grabs him by the throat and squeezes.]