“Don’t ask a ridiculous question. Make a bold statement. Fear doesn’t listen if you don’t mean it. So mean it and hit me. Hard.” “You’re acting as if fear is alive.” I tossed up my arms. “A living thing.” “Isn’t it? It speaks to you, and you listen. It leads, and you follow. It commands, and you obey.” Dang him. “Why would it be afraid of me and obey my command?” “Because it’s fear. It can only give of itself, and it always backs down in the face of a stronger opponent. Hit me,” he repeated.
