This seemed to surprise him. “The way I move,” he repeated. “How do I move?” “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that a Thuvhesit hardly knows himself,” I said. “Knowing how you fight isn’t knowing yourself,” he retorted. “Fighting isn’t important if the people you live with aren’t violent.” “Oh? And what mythical people are those? Or are they imaginary?” I shook my head. “All people are violent. Some resist the impulse, and some don’t. Better to acknowledge it, to use it as a point of access to the rest of your being, than to lie to yourself about it.”
