There’s a time and place for tears, Flower. An’ there’s a solace to be found in sadness. It’s easier fallin’ downhill than climbin’ up. It hurts to punch on with broken hands. But it’s when darkness falls around us that we find the fire within. An’ I see it in ye, sure and true.’ Phoebe searched Dior’s eyes, speaking fierce. ‘Yer the fire that will burn away this dark, Flower. And yer a girl. So stick that only shite where the sun don’t shine.’
