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Yet loyalty must run two ways, or else become betrayal in the egg.
It was wonderful to imagine letting go one’s guard, if only for a moment. To pretend that safety was something another could give as a gift.
It is far too late for innocence. My only hope is the much more painful consolation of wisdom. Which can grow out of knowledge alone.
she told over the names, faces, fragments of men’s lives in her thoughts. How could the gods’ minds hold all these tales in full? For They remember us perfectly.
that the gods did not desire flawless souls, but great ones. I think that very darkness is where the greatness grows from, as flowers from
the soil. I am not sure, in fact, if greatness can bloom without it.
