Case in point, my injuries were not cosmetic. Bones were broken, and my bruises ran deep. I just didn’t care enough to argue over the injustice of it all. According to Jinx, I was being tested, and it made the most sense that it was the gods who were responsible. They wanted me to act righteously. Well then, I was going to be the best person there ever was. Maybe. Eh, honestly. Probably not.
