I rarely ever think of Kendra, to be honest, (and I feel bad about that because I'm not sure the writers ever really saw her as a complete person either) but this is gorgeous and sad. I can imagine that they way Kendra was trained was very much how Slayers had been trained around the world for centuries - and in a lot of cultures, a child might be given over to a shaman to live with them and apprentice (the same was true in europe in the middle ages actually, in terms of artists and craftspeople).
But you capture how out of step with the times that way has become - and you capture her youthful yearning. Poor girl really never had a chance - if you're being trained to be a "death dealer", how and when can you fully experience joy?
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Date: 2013-02-18 01:01 am (UTC)But you capture how out of step with the times that way has become - and you capture her youthful yearning. Poor girl really never had a chance - if you're being trained to be a "death dealer", how and when can you fully experience joy?