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But where the Eighth Emperor or His sons might greet such a realization in terror, to have lost such control, such dominion, there was no fear, no anger in these warriors' hearts, for as they looked at each other in the full moonshine of that night, they saw that they did not need the power of a god to understand how deeply they were wanted.
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Mika
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"They have already seen my life. They have seen my most shameful moments." The pained look in his eyes quickly faded as he gazed into Keema's. "Why would I deny them one of my most beautiful?"
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Mika
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»and i asked him if he would dance with me.«
The two men held each other against the coming end.
»And we thought the movements together, and we expressed with our bodies that same thought. We were not ourselves anymore but each other, speaking through our bodies to a wounded and grieving land. And what we said was this:
The body holds the body.
The arms hold the spear.
And the spear cuts through water.«
— 11 hours, 8 min ago
The two men held each other against the coming end.
»And we thought the movements together, and we expressed with our bodies that same thought. We were not ourselves anymore but each other, speaking through our bodies to a wounded and grieving land. And what we said was this:
The body holds the body.
The arms hold the spear.
And the spear cuts through water.«
Mika
is on page 355 of 523
No thought stands alone. You once thought of pressing your finger into Jadi's eye until it popped.
It was not a thought born of malice, it was one of curiosity, of strange play, gone as quickly as it had come; harmless but for the fact that you held no dominion over such thoughts; that it called into question your own control over yourself. And sometimes you wonder, even now, if maybe your mind has a mind of its own.
— Jan 05, 2026 02:04PM
It was not a thought born of malice, it was one of curiosity, of strange play, gone as quickly as it had come; harmless but for the fact that you held no dominion over such thoughts; that it called into question your own control over yourself. And sometimes you wonder, even now, if maybe your mind has a mind of its own.
Mika
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There were times in your life when you wished your mind could be read, or tuned to like some frequency on a radio. Times when you did not want to do the work of speaking your piece.
— Jan 05, 2026 02:01PM
