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She hadn’t placed in the top ten. She’d placed at the top of the entire village. The entire province.
No way
Rin took two steps toward the boy and punched him in the face.
Oh god
But the misery she felt now was a good misery. This misery she reveled in, because she had chosen it for herself.
Praise meant that she had finally, finally received validation that she was not nothing.
She adored praise—craved it, needed it, and realized she found relief only when she finally had it.
Achievement was a high. Failure was worse than withdrawal.
An awful rage filled her, consumed her thoughts entirely. She needed revenge like she needed to breathe.
“If there is a divine creator, some ultimate moral authority, then why do bad things happen to good people? And why would this deity create people at all, since people are such imperfect beings?”
It was utter carnage. It was beautiful.
he reacted precisely the way an injured wolf might, rising up to bite the hand that hit him.
