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Kaine Ferron will never let you go, and he will not be content with being secondary to anyone.”
Pragmatism had stolen away any lustre of heroism from her, and she kept telling herself it was all right… But she was so lonely.
She couldn’t fix herself anymore, and no one else seemed inclined to even notice she was breaking.
“You know, there’s something about you, Marino, that inspires the most terrible decisions from me. I’ll know better, but then I’ll still…”
She had not comprehended her stark lack of intimacy until this moment. Now awakened, it seemed to claw out from under her skin, a need that she’d only ever known as an absence.
“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.”
Funny how often people in power hate politics, as if what they really want is to do as they please and be praised for it, and if they aren’t, then it’s all beneath them.
I am intimately acquainted with the illusion of choice.”
Women were always defined by the lowliest thing they could be called.
“You always have to come back,” she said. “All right? Don’t die. Promise—”
“I realised just now that I’d miscalculated something. It hadn’t occurred to me that I’d made you marketable.”
“When you can’t die, people keep hurting you until you can hurt them more.”
She was a collar around Kaine’s neck, and her job now was to bear it.