[Her mother had, at least. Her father... well, he'd been dead before she was born. There was no telling what he may have ultimately wanted for her, other than being a weapon.
Despite her own journey towards becoming an Amazon, Diana would not wish such training on another child; she had learned, in the abstract, about what it meant to kill, but it had been thousands of years before she had ever taken a human life. She can't imagine doing so in such a short time as a mortal must. She looks over to Altaïr, brows creased just so, a hint of sympathy in her expression.]
I never knew my father. [There is, perhaps, some regret in that, but it is a regret she keeps locked up tight.] But I do not think he would have been opposed to my training. [A beat passes, and she asks:] You were not able to choose the sort of life you were to lead?
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[Her mother had, at least. Her father... well, he'd been dead before she was born. There was no telling what he may have ultimately wanted for her, other than being a weapon.
Despite her own journey towards becoming an Amazon, Diana would not wish such training on another child; she had learned, in the abstract, about what it meant to kill, but it had been thousands of years before she had ever taken a human life. She can't imagine doing so in such a short time as a mortal must. She looks over to Altaïr, brows creased just so, a hint of sympathy in her expression.]
I never knew my father. [There is, perhaps, some regret in that, but it is a regret she keeps locked up tight.] But I do not think he would have been opposed to my training. [A beat passes, and she asks:] You were not able to choose the sort of life you were to lead?