As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.

Don’t let them see you weak.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.

Because it takes more courage to heal the world's hurts than to inflict them.