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Now you see, Drox said as the flames overwhelmed her. Rage is useless, a knife with no handle that’s as likely to cut yourself as the enemy, but wrath is directed. It has choice, intention. Rage is a poison, but wrath is a sword. Your sword. “You could have told me earlier,” Bex whispered. I did tell you, Drox said irritably as his blade started to smoke in her pinned hand. Though I don’t know why I bothered. You never were one to learn anything until you tripped over it for yourself.
