Dreadnought’s eyes focus on me like he’s really seeing me for the first time. “Christ, you’re just a boy.” I don’t know why I can’t lean into the familiar lie the way I do with everyone else. It just feels wrong to lie to Dreadnought, and it hurts that he thinks I’m a dude. “I’m not a boy!” I hiss at him. “Don’t be in such a hurry. You’ll be a man—” Dreadnought breaks off in a fit of hacking coughs. “You’ll be a man soon enough.”
Worst phrase to hear ever
