broadsword_babe

Based on RP here & here.

Quinn stared out at the sea from her office window. Much to her surprise, there were still a few Romans around, not just Lance. Naturally, she was still angry at him for never telling her, but she knew why he hadn't. Seemed her opinion of Rome, and Romans, was nearly legendary. She hated everything they stood for: conquering lands thatshould've been left to themselves, flogging and raping women so the men would submit, and pretty much being bullying blowards.

Mark had brought up the point that Romans weren't the only culture to use brutal methods, which was certainly true. They were simply more methodical and systematic about it. And she had employed the same systematic and methodical tactics, including crucifixion, as a way of giving them a taste of their own medicine. They truly hadn't expected the Celts, Icini, and Britons to just roll over and play nice, did they?

Even Marius had asked if she ever had a day not bemoaning the past. Two thousand years of hindsight wasn't something she could work through easily. And she did have her good days, even if she was getting to be a bit of a hermit. She'd made a few friends on the island, and now that Gav was back in Scotland, she'd be able to see him a bit more often, maybe.

Quinn knew she needed to let go of the past, her past. Natalie often chided her that she didn't know how to have fun. Naturally, she argued that playing chess was fun, as was reading and working out. Natalie had countered by asking when she had last screamed her head off at a rock concert, gone to see a movie that didn't involve subtitles, or spent a day shopping for shoes she didn't need.

Maybe having Natalie around wasn't such a bad thing. She may be able to teach her student how to survive, but her student may end up teaching her how to live.