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Death waits on black wings and we stand hoplite, hussar, dragoon.”
That was what magic did. It revealed the heart of who you’d been before life took away your belief in the possible.
“But that is the implication,” said Dawes in a voice Alex had never heard her use before, clear and incisive. Her eyes were cold. “Alex has indicated her own concerns regarding her assault, and instead of hearing her out, you’ve chosen to question her credibility. You may not have meant to imply anything, but the intent and the effect were to silence her, so it’s hard not to think this stinks of victim blaming. It’s the semantic equivalent of saying her skirt was too short.”
Take courage; no one is immortal.
