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You are the king. This may not be what either of us wanted, but this is what we have. You hold all our hopes now, and you hold them at the brink of a precipice.
A fool is his anger’s slave,
The wise man’s anger is his tool.
“A king must win. The rest is dust.”
“You’re doing well,” Yarvi’s uncle whispered in his ear. “I am walking.” “You are walking like a king.” “I am a king and I am walking. How could it be otherwise?”
“Slaves have the same appetites as other men. It’s the chance to indulge them they lack.”
“They say the seed you scatter will be the seed you harvest, and so it seems indeed.”
The fool strikes, she had said. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.
You may need two hands to fight someone, but only one to stab them in the back,
“If life has taught me one thing, it’s that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.”
