A Queen Among Tempests
He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, “Do you want to talk about it, or do you need another minute?”
I hold his free hand between mine, focusing on the creases and tiny hairs in his skin. “And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
“Why are you quoting Nietzsche?” he asks curiously.
“Because he was right,” I answer, looking up at him in defeat.
Ayawamat frowns, “Orenda, you’re not evil or corrupt. You have not become the monsters you hunt. How can you even think that?”
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