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“You see? That shows that being alive is you fighting. All you need to do is find the balance. You don’t need to stop being a fighter. You just need to control what you fight for. Direct it. Fighting may be a part of your life, but it does not have to be who you are. You fight to live. I fight to live. The child who was just born fights to live. Even the warrior breathing his last breath on the field is fighting as well. But you know who else is fighting? Rogues, tearing through people’s packs, through people’s livelihoods. And for what? Because they have the power to do it. That’s still fighting. What defines fighting is what you use it for, how you direct that energy.” I let out a small br

“You will never win a fair fight against something bigger and stronger than you, Ember. So you don’t fight fair. You fight smart. You find the thing that breaks, and you break it, and you don’t feel bad about it, because the person trying to kill you certainly won’t.” “Fight smart,” I echo. “Fight dirty. Fight to live.” He steps back into his guard. “Now. Again. And show me you were listening.”

Last time she recalls, it was her saying that she would never fall in love again because all men are dicks and they only want to get into her panties, but now she was bragging about the man that she only met two days ago. “Alright stop it girl, I know it's too soon but I just want to be happy again. Is it too wrong for me to wish for that?” Aileen held her hand across the table “Of course not, everybody deserves to make their own decisions. But then be careful of what you are getting yourself into, stay focused. I like that in your revenge mission you are also thinking of moving on'' she said with a warm smile. Jemima smiled as well, feeling at peace now that she spoke about this to someone,

Martha listened, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. When I was done, she put her hand on mine, her skin wrinkled but warm. "Some battles ", she said, " you don't fight to win. You fight to survive ". "But I'm losing, Martha. He’s one step ahead of me and I don't know how to stop him without...... without destroying everything else ".

Coming for us. And we had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just each other. Just determination. Just refusal to die quietly. The battle began. And this time, there would be no easy victory. No simple escape. Just survival. Brutal. Desperate. Uncertain. Everything we had become. Everything we would always be. Ashfords. Fighting. Surviving. Refusing to quit. Even when quitting made sense. Even when survival seemed impossible. Even when— The shooting started. And everything became chaos. Blood. Death. Survival. The only things we understood anymore. The only things we had left.

"But we will have to start with me because I believe you should run if you can't fight, Val." "So you're teaching her to run away?" Zane scoffed. "That’s the lamest strategy of the season. No wonder you are the way you are." "I'm teaching her to survive." "Survival means standing your ground." "Survival means living to fight another day." “That’s a cowardly mindset." “Call it whatever you want to call it but I don’t care." "Okay!" I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Everyone stop."

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

Cruz’s chest rose and fell, controlled breaths, eyes never leaving the darkness. I whispered, voice trembling, “How do we know it’ll stop?” Cruz’s gaze met mine, resolute. “It won’t. But we survive. That’s what matters. For us. For our daughter. We survive, and we fight again if we have to.” The shadow moved once more, just a flicker at the edge of our vision, reminding us it hadn’t left. And for a moment, all three of us froze, aware that the battle was far from over, that whatever was out there, it would be watching, waiting, planning.

“We stop reacting. We start planning. We hit back before they can tear us apart.” I almost laughedbitter and sharp. “Haven’t we been doing that since day one?” He looked at me, and I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but something else, something like hope, or maybe just stubbornness. “Not like this. Before, we were just trying to survive. Now? We fight back. We find whoever’s selling us out, and we end it.” His words landed hard, but I found myself nodding along. For the first time in a long while, I could see a way forward. Not a safe way, maybe not even a smart one, but at least a direction.

In order to survive. The air turned cold and there was silence as they heard what Alex said. The class realized that fighting is the only way to survive this world they are currently living in. Some are excited and some are afraid, but witnessing the bravery of their other classmates, the willingness to fight started to materialize inside them. They put out a shout, ready to fight in this huge battleground. “That was good.” An unfamiliar voice stopped everyone from cheering themselves.