To be nothing. No. I am Grisha, and so are you. I could never be anything else.
[It runs deeper than that. He hates it, hates how banal and ordinary it makes them seem. How little he can feel of the world, when he's too used to feeling all of it.
Like missing a limb.
The wound raw and bleeding inside, even if the extraction of his Small Science had been painless. The slight warning from Viveca had done nothing to help with this- this feeling of being empty.
His own fears, his own fierce loathing, had made it that much worse. Just this mission, they said, but it did hint at the fact that this could be forever. That he had this only on the mercy of someone, or something, else.
And still, there was something warm squirming in his stomach as he watches her, barefoot and spitting anger. When she doesn't back down. When she turns all of that passion and fury on him, and he still wants-]
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[It runs deeper than that. He hates it, hates how banal and ordinary it makes them seem. How little he can feel of the world, when he's too used to feeling all of it.
Like missing a limb.
The wound raw and bleeding inside, even if the extraction of his Small Science had been painless. The slight warning from Viveca had done nothing to help with this- this feeling of being empty.
His own fears, his own fierce loathing, had made it that much worse. Just this mission, they said, but it did hint at the fact that this could be forever. That he had this only on the mercy of someone, or something, else.
And still, there was something warm squirming in his stomach as he watches her, barefoot and spitting anger. When she doesn't back down. When she turns all of that passion and fury on him, and he still wants-]
Do you even want me to, Alina?