I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?
I am selfish. I am brave.
He told me once to be brave, and though I have stood still while knives spun toward my face and jumped off a roof, I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
The official strategy is defensive pessimism, always.
Guilt [is] a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.
Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.