In a dark time, the mind begins to see.
Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way. " "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.
He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.
His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.
And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.
This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
. . . then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.
I've said for quite a long time I'd like him to have a different haircut. I quite like my hair being short. You know, we've been away two years, let's f*** around with his outfit, let's f*** around with his haircut, let's do something different.
I don't need to be reminded that I was on 'Friends. ' I remember - some of it, anyway.
Being nervous actually kept me very tense.
You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.