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This isn't happening fast enough. Mother can go on all she likes about scars, she is hardly the one that must endure humiliation whenever she wishes to take tea with a cornerstone ally of her campaign.
Mothers above, this is intolerable. Grant me the patience I require. I cannot lose my composure. I cannot let that abhorrent man win this -- awful game.
This awful child's game. He's exactly like them, oh, I still remember how the boys would laugh and tease and find the perfect ways to needle at me, until all I could think was shut up, you little mongrels, shut up. It's exactly like that. Robert Cresyn is no better than the grubby plague scarred outcasts of a dying city and I am the Prophet's Daughter, Holy Faedya of the Goddesses, and he can't touch me. No one can. The Holy Three send us these trials to make us stronger.
This isn't happening fast enough. Mother can go on all she likes about scars, she is hardly the one that must endure humiliation whenever she wishes to take tea with a cornerstone ally of her campaign.
Mothers above, this is intolerable. Grant me the patience I require. I cannot lose my composure. I cannot let that abhorrent man win this -- awful game.
This awful child's game. He's exactly like them, oh, I still remember how the boys would laugh and tease and find the perfect ways to needle at me, until all I could think was shut up, you little mongrels, shut up. It's exactly like that. Robert Cresyn is no better than the grubby plague scarred outcasts of a dying city and I am the Prophet's Daughter, Holy Faedya of the Goddesses, and he can't touch me. No one can. The Holy Three send us these trials to make us stronger.