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“So you’re not dying, sweetheart, your body is just shedding your uterine lining.” Rin’s jaw had been hanging open for a solid minute. “What the fuck?”
Omsim, Rin.
“Because I can,” she said. “Because he thought he could get rid of me. Because I want to break his stupid face.”
When man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.
Do not pack your fucking teapots.”
TAMA! YOU TELL HIM KITAY
War doesn’t determine who’s right. War determines who remains.”
Children ceased to be children when you put a sword in their hands. When you taught them to fight a war, then you armed them and put them on the front lines, they were not children anymore. They were soldiers.
Rin reached out and grasped Nezha’s wrist. Nezha nodded curtly in response to her unspoken question. Together? Together.
A boy made of flesh and bone could not be so painfully lovely, so free of any blemish or flaw.
Kitay is more lovely
