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“What should we do?!” “We should fight!” “What would we do?!” “We would fight!” “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s fight!!!”

“Good. Means you’re smart. Means you’ll survive. Fear doesn’t make you weak, Em. Quitting does. And you’re not a quitter.” ________________ The words settled in her bones, burning and steady all at once. She wasn’t a quitter. Not anymore. She closed her eyes, her voice a whisper against his chest. “Then I’ll stand in the fire with you. However hot it gets.” Rhett’s arms tightened, his breath rough in her hair. “That’s all I’ll ever ask.”

“If this is all you’ve got, you won’t last a minute in a real fight.” I clenched my fists as I ran, using his words as fuel to keep going. My muscles begged for mercy, my vision blurred with exhaustion, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I slowed to a stop, chest heaving. My legs nearly buckled beneath me, but I locked my knees, refusing to collapse. Antonio stepped forward. “Weakness in a fight means death,” he stated, his voice devoid of sympathy. “If you stumble, if you hesitate—you die.”

“For not giving up. For fighting. For believing when I couldn’t.” “That’s what I do. That’s what I’ll always do.” “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life being worthy of it.” “You already are.”

“We have to.” Carter didn’t answer right away, and when he spoke, his voice was rougher, quieter. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next, Winnie. I don’t know if I’m enough to keep us safe. But I’ll keep fighting. I’ll fight until there’s nothing left to fight for.”

she seethed with rage “If you were paying any attention to where you were going you would not have hit me. You should be grateful it was my back and not a tree.” “Why you -”

With future that feels like delayed reckoning. We won. Definitely won. Absolutely won. But winning doesn't mean safe. Doesn't mean secure. Doesn't mean finished. It means temporarily successful. Until the next threat. Until the next battle. Until the next death count. That's leadership. That's community. That's resistance. Forever fighting. Forever building. Forever carrying the dead. Sixty-seven names. Sixty-seven families. Sixty-seven reasons to keep going. Even when victory feels hollow. Especially when victory feels hollow.

Then throw the wolf carcass towards Keva as a declaration of war. Her lips curled up, amused. "Kelsey, I know you are strong. But no matter how strong you are, you can't fight against my thousands of troops alone. Look, your teammates have all fallen; how long do you want to persist?" I stood as straight as a pine tree, my face unchanged. I don't care how many enemies I know; I only know come one person; I kill one; two people kill two people; even a thousand people, I kill a thousand.

"So we keep fighting." "No." I looked at him, at Sarah, at Anabel, at the body on the ground. "We stop fighting and start winning." I looked at the message on my phone one last time, the words that were meant to break me, and I whispered to myself: "I'm still here. And I'm not going anywhere."

You're doing what's right Don't be ashamed You can do this. We can make things happen if we fight for it Teamwork makes the dream work It was a pleasant experience, to be able to fight for what’s right It was something I’ll hold on to They were all wonderful memories. They were all worth keeping They were all worth to share Until we meet again

she said. "I know but look at what you have been through. The first time I looked at you Loque Bella I saw fight in your eyes and when you told me what you have been through I believed it. You could have given up so many times but you didn't; you have lifted yourself up so many times and kept going but that is what fighters do; they're knocked down but get up and keep going. And this is what this place is trying to do to you. It is trying to knock you down but you are not going to let it because you are stronger than this so even though it is going to push you, you are going to push back harder. You can't give up; because if you give up then you don't just give up on you but you give up on them and I know you don't want that." "I don't; I can never give up on them."

I forced myself to remember my grandfather's powerful motivational words that he had carried with him all the way to his grave. "Smiths never shiver or shake when serious trouble comes knocking at their door, and they absolutely never quiver with fear when facing whatever dangerous challenges stand directly in front of them." I swallowed hard, gathering all my courage, then reached up and pulled the suffocating blindfold completely off my eyes before starting to kick the car door with every ounce of strength I possessed.

"I called him. He needs to be here. He wants to help." He walks up to me. "If I'm going to die, it'll be by your side. Taking down as many of these son of bitches as I can." I nod. I extend a hand sideways and he takes it in a bro shake. I address the crowd again. "I can't say we'll all make it out. But I can say if we go down, we go down fighting. Are you ready to fight?" The crowd yelled "Yeah!"

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.

Something that refused to break. I was done being afraid. I was ready to fight. *****

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a battle cry urging me to fight back. Kaz, always the fearless, returned fire with calculated precision. His shots rang out like thunder, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Chuks, with his quick reflexes, dove for cover, his gun blazing in a symphony of chaos. Together, we formed an impenetrable wall, a band of brothers fighting for our survival.

And we would keep battling. Together.

She continued, "Don't let them see you cry. Don't let them see you hurt. They're winning, and you're losing. If you continue acting like this, then they'll forever be on top and will have the last laugh. Show them who the real winner is." "How? I have no motivation. I don't have a desire to fight anymore." "That's the problem. You have to start fighting. No one will be there to fight your battles. And, as much as you want to stay home and cry, it's not going to help. You'll end up more miserable than you already are. So, you have to get up and make them regret. Don't give up. Show them what you're capable of."

Phrases like, "You are a fighter... Come back to us, Jolaade... We need you... You belong here... You are much stronger than you realize... Don't let the world defeat you..." All I could do was weep, praying that this wasn't the end.

Just in case, I keep the knives close. Dragging him through the woods feels like Hell. I struggle to remind myself that I'm supposed to use the strength in my legs, not pull from my back- I can damage my spine if I try to. After a few minutes, I feel the muscles in my legs burning. I fall back a few times, but each time I keep going, fighting harder than before. About halfway through, I feel like I'm failing- I'm so close to giving up that it hurts. But then, out of nowhere, Diego's words pop back into my head, and that's enough to force me to keep going. If I give up, I'm not giving up on myself- I'm betraying Vince and letting him die near me while I whine about a little pain in my legs. I'll tear my muscles, break my legs, and bleed until we reach the packhouse, but I'll keep him safe. After all, he's in this mess because of me.