That’s a very interesting offer you’ve just made. But I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to humor me a little before I give you my response. You see, I feel as though I should tell you a story. Something to help clarify why I’m going to answer as I do.
You’re looking at me as though I’ve grown a second head – what kind of girl tells stories in the middle of a battlefield - but honestly. Haven’t I always been a bookworm? Isn’t life a battlefield, in and of itself? Aren’t we all stories, when we get down to it?
And aren’t you curious to find out how the White Fang and I end?
It’s a story about my girlfriend and I. Yang Xiao Long, more than me. And her effect on my life, since I’ve known her.
“Yang? I think you and I might need to talk about something.”
“Wuh-oh. That’s never good!”
“I … wish I could say you were wrong, just this once.”
“Well, hey. You and I? We can handle anything, together. Hit me!”
“ … alright. But be warned that, despite everything, there are some blows even you can’t shrug off with a smile.”
“Duh. S'why I have you.”