“
But she knew herself. Her body longed to feel pain, to exact it, but her mind feared it too much to allow herself the freedom to. Besides, her knuckles were already blistering from the beating they’d been taking for the better part of an hour. Without the gloves she’d have shattered a hand by now.
Wouldn’t that be just like her. To fear pain so and yet stumble into it at every opportunity.
”
― The Paragon
― The Paragon
“
The pride that usually protected her like a well-worn shawl scratched at her deceptively sensitive skin. It felt as though with age, the knots of its knit grew tighter and stronger, yet the edges ever frayed.
”
― The Paragon
― The Paragon
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