“You would run…” She’s processing it. “When people try to beat me down, I don’t stick around for more.” Luna blinks, staring past me. “…sideways…” She’s scrounging for words. “…people think they’re kicking me down…but all they’re really doing is kicking me sideways, away from them—you said that to me?” My pulse skips. “Yeah, I did.” “I can’t see it. I just hear you…I hear you saying that to me.”
