there's light at the edge of the darkness
Yeah, Phoebe’s emotions were not a problem any more than Loren’s were. If anything, he felt invigorated for the first time in a long time, sustained by icy fury. The coolness certainly felt better than the dull ache he'd carried with him before. ”I didn’t say they were. No. What makes you weak is that you’ve given up the fight without even trying. You just assume you have no ability to change anything in your life and so you wait for some prince to come for you like a useless damsel in a fairy tale. Well guess what. You’re not a princess and no knight in shining armor is coming.” No one would save her but herself. And he didn’t think she was capable of that.
Almost, he laughed at her words. Instead, he just leaned back, not at all impressed by her convictions. ”How’s that working out for you?” Poorly, from where he was standing. ”I hope you’re prepared to get turned down again, and again, and again then. Because I don’t want or need your help, and no one else will unless you help yourself and find out how to stand on your own two feet, without some man or some dragon or some god supporting you.” Somehow, he doubted that would ever happen.
Almost, he laughed at her words. Instead, he just leaned back, not at all impressed by her convictions. ”How’s that working out for you?” Poorly, from where he was standing. ”I hope you’re prepared to get turned down again, and again, and again then. Because I don’t want or need your help, and no one else will unless you help yourself and find out how to stand on your own two feet, without some man or some dragon or some god supporting you.” Somehow, he doubted that would ever happen.
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