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The bar for empathy was on the ground as far as the nobility was concerned, but when you were used to eating dirt, being thrown a bone felt like kindness.
“No, but as far as they’re concerned, you may as well be. How many times must I repeat this, you lummox? Your mother was bitten before you were born, boy. She died birthing you, possibly at the cusp of her own turning.”
His fuck-the-bloody-fuck-off limits had reached its quota.
“I’ll go where you both go,” he found himself saying, feeling strangely at peace with the words.
“Zidan calls them helhests. I call them Peanut and Cookie.” “Peanut,” Remy repeated, feeling a little detached from the situation for a moment. “And Cookie.”
“This one is Candy, and this one is Vanilla.” “Candy, Vanilla. Right.”
The only true power within Elouve, it seemed, lay with old men who should long ago have been relegated to obscurity. Change only occurred when they allowed it, according to what they considered proper, never for those most affected by it.
