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Survival's funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine's a scorched skeleton of flames forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.

She admired the woman for it, because it wasn’t thoughtless bravery that won the fiercest battles— it was welcoming the fear that lived inside your heart, in your mind, and harnessing it to carry your feet forward, knowing it couldn’t control you.

“But don’t misunderstand,” Gideon said. “Agreeableness doesn’t always mean true affection, especially for Evie. She’s kept her heart guarded all these years.”

It had occurred to her many times over that “impossible” was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn’t upset the balance.

This was one of the most marvelous mysteries about Sage— that she so readily handed out praise but it was always so specific. Like she found her favorite part of every person she came across and then presented it to them. It made him want to ask what she liked about him.

She’d protect those people by any means necessary. That wicked, malevolent thought— the thought that there was no cost too great for the people she loved— settled in. It made her feel safe, powerful.