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He just stared at her flatly, completely emotionless. “I don’t need you speaking to me that way,” he said. “Pull yourself together.”
“We’re going to duel.” “We will do no such thing,” Takeru said firmly. “A man doesn’t fight his wife.”
this is the last time you will be weak in front of me. One of us is going to rest here with our son. Draw!”
When it is too much to be a man, I am the mountain. I have done this my whole life—when there was a truth I didn’t want to acknowledge, a decision I didn’t want to face, a pain I didn’t want to endure.
“I retreated into the mountain to spare myself the reality of leaving my brother and son without considering the fact that they were born of this mountain too. Their jiya was bound to the same snow, and ice, and moving water as mine. I didn’t realize that, in that state, I would feel them die.”
“I wish I could explain it—My brother was my shelter in all things. His death left me shaken, flayed, like nerve and muscle exposed to the air.”
“Fighting the Ranganese is one thing—it is what I was born to do—but defying the Empire…” Takeru shook his head. “That is beyond my ability. It’s impossible.”
“I can’t take your word that you will accept my help when you have done nothing but disregard my advice and my feelings since I married you,”
Something bigger than myself, she realized. “I’m Matsuda Misaki,” she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. “I’m your wife.” And she attacked him.
I love her i think shes on of my fave fmcs of all time, right up there with Aelin, Manon, and Nesta… i guess i like my girlies angry
she had become a new creature, more fluid and boundless than a girl but more solid than a shadow—a woman of lightning sinew and roaring blood.
Flayed and boneless, he faced the creature he had awakened, this woman of gods’ blood and fury.
He hadn’t wanted to see this beautiful, strange woman crumble the way his mother had. Somehow, he had broken her anyway, but she hadn’t broken quietly like porcelain. She had broken like black glass and ice—jagged and more dangerous than ever.
The irony was that Mamoru had been right—about the Empire, about the Kwangs, about the Ranganese—and Takeru had called him weak.
and she was stronger than Takeru. She was breaking him.
“Stop!” He bellowed, his voice no longer commanding. Begging. “Stop! Stop!”
Hold the line, he had said as his son looked at him in fear. And Mamoru had. He had protected Takayubi with everything he had.
a woman who needed her husband, and a man who needed his wife.
Her eyes went wide, and she smiled—Gods in the Deep, she smiled—a raw, open smile, and it was the most beautiful thing in all the Duna.
Takeru stared at the woman he had married and saw her for the first time.
“That’s no demon.” Misaki was striding toward the fallen creature. “It’s a littigi.”
“A type of sub-theonite,” Misaki explained as she came to stand over the man. “They look like powerless adyns, but they have the ability to manipulate light to create illusions.
but she couldn’t recall ever encountering a green-eyed littigi, let alone one with such strange tattoos. Even the tattoo ink was unlike anything Misaki had ever seen—shiny and metallic.
Takeru, who had most likely never seen a white person, approached more cautiously, Chul-hee trailing just behind him.
I will make you the strongest Matsuda who ever lived. Are you ready, Matsuda Hiroshi?”
“We didn’t talk about it,” Takeru said. “If Takashi or I mentioned it—if we talked about our mother—Tou-sama would beat us.”
“I think,” Takeru said very slowly, “he was not a good father. He was certainly not a good husband.” Misaki looked at Takeru in complete shock.
a man was more malleable when his head was swelled with praise.
“Respectfully, General, the Emperor’s troops didn’t protect this province,” Takeru said. “We did.”