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Jack would have hard work and harsh lessons and learn to forge the steel her parents had slid so smoothly into her heart into a weapon that she could wield, not merely a spike to impale herself upon.
Weakness is always easier to perceive from the outside, and every good predator knows how to pick out the most vulnerable members of a herd.
Her kindness was as intrinsic to her as her loveliness, if not more so, for beauty can be spoilt, can change with the times, but kindness is eternal.
“Who told you that there’s only room for one person inside a story?” Alexis demanded. “That isn’t true. That’s never been true. You don’t have to take things away from others if you want to have them for yourself! You have a heart, don’t you?” Jack blinked, confused. “My anatomy is standard for a human woman of my age and stature.” “Well, so do I. So do my parents. So does your Dr. Bleak. If we can all exist, and have hearts, why can’t two people share the shape of the same story? Why does your sister being beautiful mean that you’re not allowed to be? That doesn’t make any sense.”
There was still rain. There was still laughter. Sometimes, that can be enough.
