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On good days the nighttime exhalations of the capital city took on a lively air, the kind of energy that gathers where the young and restless cluster around the bones of something old.
The onset of age was like a dam breaking: slowly at first, then all at once.
The mountain shrugs, but thinks nothing of the houses crushed in the avalanche.
“My personal belief? I don’t care about the fortunes. I care about doing whatever you can, with whatever’s in front of you. Because it’s the only thing you can do.”
They felt less unwelcome than ill-fitting, like a square of tile that was the wrong color.
tonight the solitude felt less like a warm cloak and more like a blanket pressed over the nose and the mouth.
People make mistakes, they can’t be mistakes.
Because he had always known, even as a child, that he was the lightning, while she was the fire in the core of planets. And the world needed both. Revolutions needed both. Someone had to wield the knives, but someone also had to write the treaties.
“I’ll follow you anywhere, Akeha. You just have to let me.”
“You haven’t been in the capital for many years, Akeha. You think I’m giving you a choice.” He shrugged. “I’m making a choice.” “Your choice is between leaving the palace alive, and not.” “Accepting death is also a choice.”
