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If the destination was inevitable, her only choice was in how horrifying the journey would be.
“You’re like a rose in a graveyard,” he said, and his lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I wonder what you could have turned into without the war.”
“You made me feel like the parts of me that aren’t useful still deserve to exist. Like I’m not just all the things I can do.”
How could anything endure so much hurt and not learn only to bite?
Kaine had reminded her that she was human; that not every trait and ability and quality she possessed only mattered insomuch as it was useful to someone else. That she was allowed to breathe sometimes.
“Be careful,” she whispered. “Don’t die.”
“Everyone who wins says they were good, but they’re the ones who tell the story. They get to choose how we all remember it. What if it’s never that simple?”
“This whole war was just two brothers fighting over who gets to play god?”
Her life was a perpetual countdown to disasters that she always failed to see coming.
“I think I always saw running away as the destination. I never actually thought about what would be left of me by the time I got here.”
