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“Is this what birds feel like?” Britta shouts excitedly. “No wonder they never wanted us to run.”
I breathe back the memories as I turn to the other girls. “Our whole lives, we’ve been taught to make ourselves smaller, weaker than men. That’s what the Infinite Wisdoms teach—that being a girl means perpetual submission.”
“Don’t you dare,” she cries. “Don’t you dare. They might need us now because we’re valuable, might pretend to accept us, to reward us—but never forget what they did to us first. If they did it once, Deka, they’ll surely do it again, no matter the flowery promises they give.”
This is one of those deadly games the rich, the powerful, play. And I’m just a pawn she brought to serve her.
All you need to know is that you’re not unnatural, or whatever other horrific supposition you’ll now have running through your mind.
He’s crying as he dooms himself.
Being raised in Irfut taught me what it meant to be a human girl—to believe so deeply in the Infinite Wisdoms only to eventually be caged in by its never-ending commandments and finally betrayed by the horrors of the Death Mandate.
My anger builds as I realize how thoroughly my mind has been poisoned that I would be shocked to see women in these positions.
We haven’t spoken words of love since the day I freed the goddesses, but I feel it in his every look, his every touch.
Once, long ago, I wondered what it was to be loved so deeply, I could take that devotion to the Afterlands and back. Now I have my answer, and it is sweeter than anything I have ever known. It is a balm in these turbulent times.
