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(p.75) "Where is my honor in all this?" he'd asked her once. She didn't know what honor was to him. She thought that it wasn't the same as her father's: monumental, marble-cut. No, Arin's honor was alive. She sensed the way it moved. She couldn't see its face - maybe it had many faces - but she believed that Arin's honor was the kind that would hold its breath and bite its lip until it bled. (Could we just - NOT?)