Elise

“Yangchen had swum the tides of grief before. It didn't matter how much you begged for relief. It didn't matter how nakedly you showed your weakness. The world, the work, would flay its due from your hide, ripping off long bloody strips. It would attach sticks to you like a puppet and force you to keep up the motions. As long as your outline was visible against the light, then good enough.”
― F.C. Yee, The Legacy of Yangchen