What if I am all they say? What if you are wrong to protect me? Alina, there are things within me, terrible things, voices and whispers and ghosts. I am a scabbard for a knife that I do not remember using. There are things I've never told you. You offer yourself on the altar of a false god.
[Within her, that voice, that one, the one who Alia has felt since she was a child, since her mother loved her still, since her world was sietch and spice and sand. What if it was him?]
You were wounded, preyed upon, and all eyes turn on me and ignore the monstrosity of that. I should be seeking the man who put his hands on you and tearing his body open. I should be giving you his heart as penance for harming you.
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Alina, there are things within me, terrible things, voices and whispers and ghosts. I am a scabbard for a knife that I do not remember using.
There are things I've never told you. You offer yourself on the altar of a false god.
[Within her, that voice, that one, the one who Alia has felt since she was a child, since her mother loved her still, since her world was sietch and spice and sand. What if it was him?]
You were wounded, preyed upon, and all eyes turn on me and ignore the monstrosity of that. I should be seeking the man who put his hands on you and tearing his body open. I should be giving you his heart as penance for harming you.