... Where did you go?”
“Down below.”
“Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals.”
Funny. I thought the same thing about most Topsiders I encountered. Tegan touched my hand in silent sympathy, and I set my jaw.
...
I stepped forward and pasted on a false smile. We were in her home, after all. The least I could do was be polite. “I’m Deuce, animal from the underground.
Mots clés ha-ha
I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.
Ann AguirreI admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldn’t die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.
Ann AguirreHis reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
Ann AguirreShe reaches for me then, angry in her tenderness as only Dina can be. "Not as a navigator, you dumb bitch.
Ann AguirreMots clés dina
I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.
Ann AguirreMots clés scars
I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.”
But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.
This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.
Ann AguirreSometimes I miss the old me.
Ann AguirreThey say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don’t deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories. That might be true; we may have walked in their dust down on Venice Minor, but it’s not the same as a proper good-bye.
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