And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.
Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.
Saf keeps a vast range of bullies on hand at all times.
Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.
It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.