I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else. I would never have to endure the touch of the Attor as it dragged me because I was too helpless to know where and how to hit. Never again. But what Ianthe and Tamlin had said … “You don’t think it sends a bad message if people see me learning to fight—using weapons?” The moment the words were out, I realized the stupidity of them. The stupidity of—of what had been shoved down my throat these past few months.
