Survival feels like cowardice.

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

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

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.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.