[It's less that Diana likes the idea of hunting for money, and more that she knows her own strengths. She's unlikely to get hurt in the field, and has been learning to hunt and track for a long time. It seems like a way to make money that not only plays to her skillset, but also serves to keep the townspeople safe. Very much a win-win, as far as she's concerned.
Diana looks down at the table briefly, eyes tracing the grain. It isn't that she doesn't understand what he's saying--she does, very well. But to her, he sees the world through the eyes of a man, a mortal. That the span of his life isn't long enough to make the kind of change he or others might like to see.
I wish we had more time. All Diana has is time. She doesn't plan to let any of it go to waste.]
My purpose isn't mine alone. It belongs to all of my people. But it is still what I would choose. [She feels that, in her bones.]
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Diana looks down at the table briefly, eyes tracing the grain. It isn't that she doesn't understand what he's saying--she does, very well. But to her, he sees the world through the eyes of a man, a mortal. That the span of his life isn't long enough to make the kind of change he or others might like to see.
I wish we had more time. All Diana has is time. She doesn't plan to let any of it go to waste.]
My purpose isn't mine alone. It belongs to all of my people. But it is still what I would choose. [She feels that, in her bones.]