Self-preservation Instinct

“What’s the worst that could happen? What’s the worst that could happen?! You could be killed! Captured! Raped! They could decide to have a little fun and torture you-”
“Point,” I admit. “I don’t like pain.”
Mithra’s hand jerks like she wants to smack me for being too stupid to live.
I stare at her. I’ve been told that I’ve got a dead eye. Wish I could say I practiced in front of a mirror; the truth is that it comes naturally.
“If you get killed, don’t come crying to me,” she snaps.
I solemnly nod. “I promise I won’t.”